The impact sent a shockwave straight through the bone of Mac’s collarbone.
KABOOOOM!
The stainless-steel bumper of Mobile Register Annex #04-B smashed into the center of the Legion’s mirrored shields with concussive force.
Five thousand volts of static ground erupted from the cart’s forward ground-skids in a blinding blue flare.
The electrical surge flashed through the speculum metal of the shields, jumping into the Legionnaires’ armored gauntlets.
Three seven-foot soldiers in the front rank staggered backward, their boots skidding across the polished obsidian floor as their induction batons shorted out with sharp, popping sparks.
“Hold the line!” Marcus “Mac” Cole roared, his voice rough as grinding gears.
Mac threw his entire torso forward.
