The armored vehicle became a instrument of pure destruction. Julian, his expression one of focused calm, swerved and plowed through the shambling horde. The reinforced bumper and plow sent bodies flying, the sickening thuds and crunches a grim percussion to the engine's roar.
"Julian, stop this!" Beatrix shouted, her knuckles white as she gripped the dashboard. "If we lose momentum and get surrounded, even this tank won't hold!"
"Relax," Julian replied, his voice unnervingly steady. He flipped a switch on the console. "I didn't just armor it for show."
With a series of sharp clunks, hidden panels on the roof and sides of the vehicle slid open, revealing mounted heavy machine guns and what looked like crystal-powered beam emitters.
"Celestia, Aya, take the guns," Julian ordered, his eyes never leaving the path ahead.
