Thomas didn't have time to process the implications.
WHOOSH!
A Reaper dived toward a cluster of soldiers near the barricades, talons outstretched.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Multiple troops fired up at it, their rounds ripping into its leathery wings.
The creature screeched in pain, but it still grabbed one of the men—
And ripped him in half mid-air.
His lower body dropped limply to the ground, his upper half dangling lifelessly in the Reaper's grip before it discarded him like trash.
"WE NEED MORE FIREPOWER UP TOP!" Marcus yelled over the radio.
"AA GUNS, PRIORITIZE AERIAL TARGETS!" Thomas barked.
"Roger!"
The Avenger missile launchers repositioned, their sensors locking onto the incoming Reapers.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
More Stinger missiles fired into the sky, exploding mid-air, tearing several Reapers to shreds. Their mangled bodies plummeted into the battlefield, some crashing into the trenches, causing havoc among the soldiers.
