The Tyrant-Class unit itself was a sight to behold on the battlefield. Leading from the front, it unleashed a torrent of destruction, its heavy plasma blaster obliterating entire groups of Nexum defenders with each pull of the trigger.
When enemies attempted to close the distance, its disruptor blade ignited, humming with deadly energy as it carved through anything in its path.
One defender, desperate and panicked, trowed a grenade toward the advancing behemoth. The explosion was deafening, filling the hallway with fire and shrapnel. But as the smoke cleared, the Tyrant emerged unscathed, its energy shield flickering briefly before stabilizing.
It turned its glowing red visor toward the attacker and raised its plasma blaster, firing a single shot. The defender didn't even have time to scream.
The Tyrant's cold, mechanical voice echoed through the facility's communications.
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