Two of the tanks slowly grinded to a halt as the treads took severe damage from the vile goop, effectively immobilizing them.

"Status report!" The commander shouted.

"Turret damaged. Treads immobilized. Minor damage to other systems," one of the tank commanders shouted back to him as he desperately tried to scrape off some of the goo from the hull with a piece of scrap metal, letting out a panicked yelp as some of it nearly popped onto his hands. He let go of the scrap metal and it left a skid mark of acid as it slid to the ground by the treads. The others had similar reports, although the one on the left took far more minor damage and was still advancing.

They were glad that they were able to push the "little ones" back for a moment, although they could be regrouping and would be back for more at any time.

"You've gone far enough anyways. Fire cannons!" The commander ordered, waving his hand towards the threat in front of him. 

Thunderous shots rang out from the vehicles, coating the target in fire and smoke as the anti tank shells smashed into his form. Using this distraction and the withdraw of the others, the people on foot closed the distance even further to get into range with their smaller weapons. As they do so the area began to light up like a fireworks show. Some more of the flying beings were caught in the attack and rained down on top of their master, although some still remained.