This isn't a battle, this is a slaughter. The tanks may look menacing, but their bark is worse than their bite, and they fall apart like tissue paper.
And the real threat, the aliens, are still out there. "Deal with these gnats, I wilt find the truth of it." he calls to his siblings, bounding off a tank, leaving it a wreck in his passage, heading deeper into the desert.
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