[Clank!]
On an Abrams tank weighing like 55 tons. A man got out from the top and stared at the destruction around him from the carefully set trap by Texan.
"Not ba-"
"DIEEEE!"
A voice from above interrupted Dynamo! He looked up and saw Avarace flying on a half-chicken-half-human creature while shaking his hands into the sky.
Dynamo re-entered the machine, and soon after, the main gun turned to Avarace in the sky.
And if you were to look at the sky. You would see a natural, or in this case, an artificial summoning of a rainstorm as a result of the sorcerer.
[Bang!]
Before the main artillery fired, Avarce waved his hands and induced it to go off the mark. The projectile missed by a far margin and plunged into a faraway part of the forest eventually.
"Don't point your gun at me! I might be old, but I shall not be bent!"
Dynamo refused to take the failure face to face as he shot a few more times. The outcome is quite predictable.
[Bang!] [Bnag!]
