The commander sighs, and yanks off his tall helmet. Underneath is a green skin, black haired man. He tosses the sword to the side, and removes his armor plates.
Outside, the other commander gives the order for general retreat. They all begin moving, the remaining tanks driving close to indantry teams and pulling them aboard. They quickly hit max speed, and travel to the outskirts of the city, meeting up with a much larger force. They settle down for the night, with flamers out and on guard. The man Taric is interrogating manages a gurgle past his crushed chest, before dying.
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Bryce hrmed. "Difficult, but I doubt impossible. No heavy armor, and emps work well on their robots, for the most part. And I've still got two of those."