Luke lowered the binoculars, face calm.
"Brando. Grenades."
Brando grinned and ripped open his pack, dumping a dozen grenades onto the ground.
"Appetizers are served."
He dropped to one knee, yanked the pin on the first grenade, and hurled it in a perfect arc straight into the charging mass of deford people.
"Boom!"
Fire and black smoke erupted. Chunks of dirt, rock, and body parts flew into the air. The closest giants were torn to shreds in an instant.
The explosion didn't slow the rest of them down. They trampled over their own dead and kept coming, howling louder than before.
"Brainless animals," Brando muttered, already pulling pins and throwing more.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A chain of explosions ripped across the slope, turning it into a wall of shrapnel and fire that finally stopped the charge cold.
Lionel had the M60 set up and ready.
"Thump-thump-thump-thump!"
The heavy machine gun roared, spitting a stream of bullets that ripped through tough skin and muscle like paper. One giant burst out of the smoke only for its upper body to be turned into red mist, leaving its legs still running a few steps before they collapsed.
Lionel whooped while he fired.
"Co on! Get so! I'm buying tonight—bullets are on !"
Smoke and the stench of blood filled the air. It looked like hell on earth.
To the three of them it was just another Tuesday.
Brando swapped magazines on his AKM and picked off the survivors.
"Watch the skinny ones! They're small and fast—harder to hit!"
Right on cue, several lanky figures used the smoke and rock walls to flank them at impossible speed, climbing like giant lizards.
One leaped from behind a boulder straight at Lionel's back.
"Vrrrrr!"
The chainsaw roared to life.
Luke appeared behind Lionel and swung upward in one smooth motion. The spinning chain tore through the attacker's jaw and split its skull in half.
Blood and brains sprayed across Luke's face.
He flicked the gore off the blade and looked at the next group already closing in.
"You're too slow."
He charged straight into them. The chainsaw beca an extension of his arm, carving lethal arcs through the air. Bone snapped and flesh tore with every swing. The fast ones fell apart like wet paper.
In under fifteen seconds the flanking group was nothing but scattered pieces.
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Lionel finished reloading and glanced back.
"Shit, almost got jumped. Nice work, Luke. Next ti try not to spray brains on my new shirt, yeah?"
"Stay alive first."
Luke slung the chainsaw and picked up his AKM, scanning the crater below.
The first wave was wiped out. Over a hundred mangled bodies littered the slope, blood running in streams down into the pit.
But the tribe didn't break.
They stopped, roared from a distance, and waited like they were receiving new orders.
On the bone throne the leader slowly stood up. He stared at the carnage, confusion clear on his twisted face.
He had assud these were lost tourists. He never expected machine guns.
Had one of his own already exposed them? And why only three attackers?
He couldn't afford to lose any more people.
After a mont's hesitation he raised one thick arm and pointed straight at Luke's group, letting out a powerful roar.
The restless tribe instantly fell silent. They split to both sides like trained soldiers, clearing a path down the center.
"Sothing's wrong," Brando said quietly, sensing the shift in tactics.
Lionel stopped yelling and squinted down into the pit.
"The hell are they doing? Halfti?"
At the end of the path a wide cave mouth opened. Several huge deford n erged carrying an enormous stone coffin.
Luke's voice turned hard.
"Careful. They might have a secret weapon. Brando, get the explosives ready. If this goes sideways we blow it."
Brando nodded and started digging in his pack.
The giants set the coffin down. They chanted strange words, then each one raised a bone knife and sliced off their own left hand in one clean motion.
Blood poured out and soaked the stone lid. Their faces went pale, but they looked almost peaceful, like this was so sacred ritual.
One by one they collapsed from blood loss. Fresh ones stepped up to take their place, repeating the self-mutilation.
Luke opened fire, but the deford n used their bodies as a living shield around the coffin, willing to die just to buy ti.
By the ti they had killed most of the outer defenders, twenty-three of them had sacrificed their hands and their lives to the coffin.
A deep thump echoed as sothing massive slamd against the lid from inside.
"Now!"
Luke grabbed the prepared C4 from Brando and hurled it with everything he had. It sailed straight into the open coffin.
The deford n were too slow to react.
"Boom!"
The explosion shook the crater and sent a massive cloud of dust and smoke billowing upward, completely hiding the coffin from view.
As the three of them squinted through the haze, a wet, grinding crunch… crunch… sound drifted out from the center of the smoke.
It sounded like sothing was chewing.
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