“Gloria! We’re taking fire!” I cried, hoping she’d have a better perspective and could tell me where to target my frustration.
“It’s the APE!” she shouted. “They’ve got a mortar on the back!”
I really should have accounted for that. It was stupid to think something that size would only have weapons limited to line-of-sight targeting. I’d been confident I had shut them down by blowing out their left tread, when really, I’d just inconvenienced them and given them an excuse to remain behind the cover of the ridgeline. That was the real irony of it. By “trapping” the APE on the opposite side of the mountain, I’d not only failed to prevent it from shooting at us, I’d also eliminated my own options for retaliation. Even my warlock couldn’t shoot through a mountain.
And then I remembered I was
