it. Axel wheeled his bike up to the edge of the battlefield and rolled off.
Morgan barked, "Shoot 'em now."
Lars dropped to his knees and fired blindly at the Destroyers behind the smokescreen in front of them.
Axel lay on the ground and let go at the Destroyers behind the smokescreen behind them.
CJ leaped into a small crevasse between the broken armored shells of two of the dead minitanks and curled in a ball.
As Axel and Lars fired, the Destroyers on all sides finally responded, firing blindly from both directions. Lars and Axel dived for cover near CJ. The floor shook with the reverberations of the massed fire. Even the minitanks seemed disoriented by the shaking and the noise; hand-to-hand combat took a time out.
As before, as quickly as the sound had risen, so quickly it faded out. As before, a handful of clicking sounds informed CJ that the Destroyers were out of ammo. The smoke began to dissipate, and through the haze they could measure the extent of their victory, or their defeat.
Only one Destroyer remained standing between them and the anomaly. The Destroyers at the opposite end of the hall had successfully wiped out all the others. The Angels were back in business.
Axel lifted his weapon and, as a pair of minitanks rushed him, he fired at the lone Destroyer down the hall. "You're clear," he gasped.
"Axel," CJ cried out. She scrambled to her feet to go help him, but Morgan interrupted. "CJ. Follow the plan."
Her feet responded to Morgan's orders, but her eyes did not move till she saw the consequences of following the plan. Axel fired a second burst, killing one of the minitanks before it got to him, but the second one swarmed over him, swinging its blade with lethal precision and ferocity. "Go," Axel panted. "Remember, we know why we're
Morgan barked, "Shoot 'em now."
Lars dropped to his knees and fired blindly at the Destroyers behind the smokescreen in front of them.
Axel lay on the ground and let go at the Destroyers behind the smokescreen behind them.
CJ leaped into a small crevasse between the broken armored shells of two of the dead minitanks and curled in a ball.
As Axel and Lars fired, the Destroyers on all sides finally responded, firing blindly from both directions. Lars and Axel dived for cover near CJ. The floor shook with the reverberations of the massed fire. Even the minitanks seemed disoriented by the shaking and the noise; hand-to-hand combat took a time out.
As before, as quickly as the sound had risen, so quickly it faded out. As before, a handful of clicking sounds informed CJ that the Destroyers were out of ammo. The smoke began to dissipate, and through the haze they could measure the extent of their victory, or their defeat.
Only one Destroyer remained standing between them and the anomaly. The Destroyers at the opposite end of the hall had successfully wiped out all the others. The Angels were back in business.
Axel lifted his weapon and, as a pair of minitanks rushed him, he fired at the lone Destroyer down the hall. "You're clear," he gasped.
"Axel," CJ cried out. She scrambled to her feet to go help him, but Morgan interrupted. "CJ. Follow the plan."
Her feet responded to Morgan's orders, but her eyes did not move till she saw the consequences of following the plan. Axel fired a second burst, killing one of the minitanks before it got to him, but the second one swarmed over him, swinging its blade with lethal precision and ferocity. "Go," Axel panted. "Remember, we know why we're