Just as the towering Tyrant unit was about to be punched a second time by the hulking lizard warrior, a deafening boom echoed across the battlefield. Rex descended from the sky like a meteor of divine judgment.
With terrifying force, he landed squarely on top of the Lizardman, crushing the enemy beneath him into a gruesome explosion of blood, bone, and shredded armor. The brutal impact cracked the earth and left behind a crater filled with steaming gore.
Rex's wings flared open again, preparing to take flight, until the sharp whine of spinning barrels cut through the air from one of the Collector Army's tanks that had locked onto him.
From its reinforced chassis, heavy-caliber machine guns roared to life. A torrent of large, slow but brutally dense bullets ripped through the battlefield, aimed straight at him. These rounds weren't fast enough to trigger his adaptive shields, but they were strong enough to bypass them entirely.
"Tsk... damn it," Rex growled under his breath.
