A Krell Soldier leaped onto a Brute's back and tore into its throat with serrated claws.
A Krell Scout, already bleeding out, still fired one last bolt that struck a Ravager between the eyes.
A Krell Tank went berserk and threw itself at three enemies at once, crushing them under its bulk.
It still was not enough.
[Your Krell Scout has perished!]
[...]
[Your Krell Soldier has perished!]
[Your Krell Scout has perished!]
Ben saw there was no hope.
He sent an urgent order through the hive mind.
'That's enough.
Supervisor, try to find a way to retreat.'
It was already too late.
A Brute smashed Number Two's leg and sent it sprawling.
Before the Supervisor could recover, a spine pierced its side.
Its body jerked and black blood spilled from its mouth as it struggled to stand.
Through the hive mind, Ben felt its determination.
Its refusal to give up.
Reality did not care about resolve.
Number Two, surrounded and bleeding out, forced its damaged body to move.
