Later, during the assault on the Imulsion plant , the squad found themselves in a basement swarming with Wretches. Instead of a desperate last stand, Marcus noticed something impossible. A rookie had somehow equipped an invisible shield . He stood in the open, laughing as the Locust blades scraped against thin air.
He didn't just fire; he danced . Every time he slammed a fresh magazine into his Boltok, it was a perfect active reload . The bullets didn't just hit; they glowed with a lethal, overcharged hum. "What is that?" Dom yelled over the roar of a Chain-gun.
"Shut up and drive, Dom," Marcus growled, though even he couldn't help but feel that for once, the odds were finally tilted in their favor.
Later, during the assault on the Imulsion plant , the squad found themselves in a basement swarming with Wretches. Instead of a desperate last stand, Marcus noticed something impossible. A rookie had somehow equipped an invisible shield . He stood in the open, laughing as the Locust blades scraped against thin air.
He didn't just fire; he danced . Every time he slammed a fresh magazine into his Boltok, it was a perfect active reload . The bullets didn't just hit; they glowed with a lethal, overcharged hum. "What is that?" Dom yelled over the roar of a Chain-gun.
"Shut up and drive, Dom," Marcus growled, though even he couldn't help but feel that for once, the odds were finally tilted in their favor.