In close combat, using whatever you could to disorient and confuse your enemy would work. Henry had been easy on saving the DARTS, mostly fighting against the trio using his Push/Pull device, chainsword and the occasional DART to disrupt the Mindies further.
It wasn't dawning on him how foolish it was to go alone against three mindies, let alone ones piloted by smart NMX, who were a contradiction in terms to most Nepleslians. That is, until you saw their eyes - sensing their tumultuous minds brimming with infinite capacity for cruelty and violence, staring into you as though you were a canvas to be painted upon, or a meal.
And Henry could stare back without flinching. He knew he had to step up his game, even with the push made by the other marines to cover him from the other attackers. His tactics changed from offensive to stonewalling, using the Push/Pull device to keep each of the Mindies at a respectable distance, and countering their strikes.
He'd seen one of them somersault over him and nick him, and now he was prepared to intercept that fancifulness by keeping his Push Pull device aimed upwards, and his chainsword to handle down below. Sweat was starting to roll down his face as the concentration, analysis and exertion were interplaying into a concert of controlled violence.
It wasn't dawning on him how foolish it was to go alone against three mindies, let alone ones piloted by smart NMX, who were a contradiction in terms to most Nepleslians. That is, until you saw their eyes - sensing their tumultuous minds brimming with infinite capacity for cruelty and violence, staring into you as though you were a canvas to be painted upon, or a meal.
And Henry could stare back without flinching. He knew he had to step up his game, even with the push made by the other marines to cover him from the other attackers. His tactics changed from offensive to stonewalling, using the Push/Pull device to keep each of the Mindies at a respectable distance, and countering their strikes.
He'd seen one of them somersault over him and nick him, and now he was prepared to intercept that fancifulness by keeping his Push Pull device aimed upwards, and his chainsword to handle down below. Sweat was starting to roll down his face as the concentration, analysis and exertion were interplaying into a concert of controlled violence.