Chapter Sixty-Two
Zack groaned as he pulled on the joystick, trying to get his ship to reorient. In his other monitor, the tracking carats still had his opponent highlighted, so Zack kept his thumb depressed on the fire button, cycling through the artillery rounds.
“A tank and artillery loadout?”
Zack grinned as his opponent’s voice went shrill as he vented his frustration with an impressive string of swearing. Last night’s decision to mix up their normal loadouts to deal with their new opponents had gone well. Knowing the majority of their opponents were running short-range lasers, both Zack and Greg had switched out the individual fight loadouts to counter their attackers.
Faz, with his faster ship, still ran his original build. It made little sense to adjust to heavier, laser-resist
