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Four out of six. For such an explosive attack, Brent was surprised that it didn’t do nearly as much as expected. Past the veil of smoke, five other dogs were charging into the fray as well, their centipede brethren joining in on the fight.

That was enough information.

[color=B0C4DE]“Offensive Support, listen up,” [/color]he began, pressing against the radio, [color=B0C4DE]“Five are charging in from the distance, forwards through the smokescreen. Someone needs to drag Hazel out or clear away the dust.”[/color]

Brent chewed on the inside of his mouth. Could any of them even hear him in such a violently loud environment?

[color=B0C4DE]“Spiders are spinning a web. Don’t know what for, but might want to stop them soon.”[/color]

He scanned over the rest of the area with his scope, but nothing else of note popped up. The overclocked scope felt warm within the palm of his hands, and the arbiter turned his attention to the constantly updating map once more. Holding the phone still, he rearranged himself into a more comfortable position, watching the movements of the larger beings and gulped.

Gods, they were all converging upon Gregory’s point. Some sort of radio-based communication between all four of them? Brent narrowed his eyes, trying to imagine how fast Gregory could move over the rubble-filled terrain. Could he outpace the speed that those behemoths moved? If Gregory moved east, he’d be leading the giants towards him. If he went north, they’d pick up Offensive Support, no doubt. If he went south, he’d be running into them.

[color=B0C4DE]“Angelic,” [/color]Brent said, [color=B0C4DE]“Can you all take on four of those giant things we heard?”[/color]

[color=9e0039]“Are you fucking kidding me?!”[/color] came the stressed reply.

A deep breath expelled from the amethyst-eyed youth’s body. Sounded like a no.

[color=B0C4DE]“Grego, head west, on the main road. There’s enough rubble to keep you out of eyesight, and maybe deter them. Pay attention to where your feet are going. The giant dots are all converging on your location. Probably got a lock on you or something. Lead them away from everyone else.”[/color]

Fuck, this wasn’t really winning at all, but if a lost battle brought forth a won war…

[color=B0C4DE]“You’re on your own for now. Chris may be able to assist soon.”[/color]

[i]Who supports the supporters?

[color=000000]No one.[/color][/i]

He tasted a bit of blood in his mouth, as Brent resumed observations, eyes flickering from the map to the battlegrounds and back again.
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[b]Scope[/b]: First Clock (5 minutes)
Buffed towards improving visibility. Infrared light used to filter out visual obscurants.

Remaining in position.
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