Bolts whistled through the air, striking the Ravager's side. The projectiles buried into its thick hide, not enough to kill but enough to throw off its momentum.
The first Brute Ravager roared, forcing its weight against the Krell Tank, trying to overpower it through sheer brute strength. The impact sent cracks splintering through the dirt, but the Tank held firm, feet digging into the ground, locking itself in place.
The second Brute, despite being staggered by the Scout's bolts, adjusted quickly. It lowered its stance, ignoring the pain, and with a sudden burst of power—it launched itself forward. Straight for Number Two.
