The Faux-Atlantis quickly closes the distance between him and Zepar, stopping on the platform to slash at the Angelicon's midsection.
The Faux-Hyperborea inserts her blade into the keyhole of the other platform, once more sending out a pulse of green-hued cybermatter rippling across the floor of the arena.
Thrift scoots over and lays an arm on Garand's shoulder.
"Dakka is... well, dakka is an idea: the concept of filling a ne'er-do-well with as much ammunition per second as you can manage with your current arsenal. Some would call that a waste of ammunition,-"
"Which it is," Salvo comments.
"-but those who do are the kind of short-sighted fools who believe in things like 'quality over quantity', and slag like that," Thrift continues without missing a beat. "I mean, sure a neutron bomb can take care of a Phase Sixer in a pinch, yeah, but so can a metric slag-ton of 70 millimeter rounds, amIright?"
The ground bridge portal was only about a mile away, hanging above a crevasse.
Shatterpoint grimaces; of course he knew to be caredul.
"There's another ship here?" he asks, marching over to King-Quan to have a look at the console.
"What was that about a tractor beam?" Breakswitch says.