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The mechanized voice of the Mauler boomed across the battlefield, deep and cold, like the final verdict of a merciless executioner. Its towering frame, bristling with weaponry, loomed over the trembling militia.
These weren't hardened soldiers; they were just ordinary office workers, forcibly conscripted into Nexum Dynamics ranks. And now, staring down the barrel of an enraged Mauler Juggernaut, their knees buckled with terror.
The Mauler, of course, didn't care. Fear meant nothing to it. From its hulking shoulders, twin missile pods unfolded with a series of metallic clicks, locking into position.
Then, without hesitation, it unleashed a storm of rockets. The battlefield erupted into chaos as missiles rained down on both the Nexum mecha units and the hapless militia.
