Gles
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Fighting the Mishhu felt like trying to swat every drop of rain in a storm. For every volley that cooked a chunk of the swarm, at least double that number replaced their fallen. Thankfully, Molli and William's weapons were suited to the tight confines of the hallway that the Mishhu were forced to traverse. The wide spread of a shotgun and the near-ceaseless volley of a chaingun stemmed the chitinous tide from a tsunami to a trickling stream. They wouldn't threaten the team anytime soon, but that was a tenuous state that depended entirely on how much firepower the Nepleslians could keep putting downrange.
For her part, Molli took the time to step out from behind William's shield and return to the familiar confines of the ceiling. It'd help divert fire from his shield so that the entire hallway wasn't concentrating on one target and give her more opportunities to shoot rather than duck behind cover. It was working, as some of the guns were plinking into the Mindy's shields, gradually causing the condition indicator on Molli's HUD to shift from bright green to bright yellow. In return, more plasma cones vaporized the tiny crab-like creatures that propped up the Advanced Mishhu.
Another of Molli's kalamari arms reached for the aether katana at her hip, drawing and slicing at a group of diving Crabs skittering up the wall, cleaving them in twain. Beneath her helmet, a thin trail of blood trickled from one of Molli's nostrils as her efforts to coordinate the Kalamari arms holding the shotgun and the sword, as well as her own arm with the pistol, which were all shooting and slicing at separate targets. A growing headache that was a precipitation of a future migraine pounded in Molli's skull, leaving little room for banter.
These things needed to die, and any lapse in concentration could let them slip through her and William's bulwark.
For her part, Molli took the time to step out from behind William's shield and return to the familiar confines of the ceiling. It'd help divert fire from his shield so that the entire hallway wasn't concentrating on one target and give her more opportunities to shoot rather than duck behind cover. It was working, as some of the guns were plinking into the Mindy's shields, gradually causing the condition indicator on Molli's HUD to shift from bright green to bright yellow. In return, more plasma cones vaporized the tiny crab-like creatures that propped up the Advanced Mishhu.
Another of Molli's kalamari arms reached for the aether katana at her hip, drawing and slicing at a group of diving Crabs skittering up the wall, cleaving them in twain. Beneath her helmet, a thin trail of blood trickled from one of Molli's nostrils as her efforts to coordinate the Kalamari arms holding the shotgun and the sword, as well as her own arm with the pistol, which were all shooting and slicing at separate targets. A growing headache that was a precipitation of a future migraine pounded in Molli's skull, leaving little room for banter.
These things needed to die, and any lapse in concentration could let them slip through her and William's bulwark.