A rocket to the ditch-bound Viper. Boom.
His tank was a rusted "Scorpion" model—medium armor, a peashooter cannon, and a single rocket launcher he’d ripped off a corpse in the Oil Fields. The arena was a sprawling, monochrome wasteland of broken highways, skeletal forests, and a crumbling city center where the best loot spawned. And the worst deaths.
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The tower collapsed with a screech of tearing metal, sending a tidal wave of brown sludge across the road. The Vipers scattered, their formation shattered. One slid into a ditch. Another spun out, tracks whirring uselessly. The gold-skull Viper dodged the sludge but reversed straight into Leo's line of sight.
The arena grew quiet.
Ten red triangles. No. Twelve. All converging on his position. Moving fast.
He checked his ammo: 14 cannon shells, 3 rockets. His special ability (every tank had one) was a "Smoke Screen," which in reality was just a hacked-together oil-burner that made him invisible for 3 seconds. Pathetic compared to the Vipers' "Overcharge" that doubled their fire rate. A rocket to the ditch-bound Viper
Cannon. Cannon. Cannon.