BAM! BOOM! BOOOOM! BAAAMMM!!!
The energy beams continued to fall around Elliot unabated.
His sharp ears managed to pick up the slight differences in the sound that the energy cannons were emitting and the different impacts that the energy beams were making on the ground.
"Judging by the frequency and power of attacks, he should have at least four different types of aircrafts and a total of at least eight." Elliot thought.
"Not a small air force at all, and definitely an impressive achievement for the second day of the apocalypse. He must have a powerful backer outside giving him insider information on where to find all those Resource Boxes with aircrafts in them. And with power… Comes lots of information. I need to join his faction at all costs!" Elliot decided.
SCREEEEE!!!
Jagor Tawlon charged at Elliot just as he began to leap away from an incoming energy beam and managed to get within striking distance of the out-of-position Primal Feline Warrior.
