Dave stood at the back of a crowd, he had his hood up and watched along with the others. Five armored figures floating in the air before them. They hadn’t moved, not for the past fifteen minutes. Dave was wondering how he was going to take all five of them down. He had bitten off more than he could chew in this situation, but didn’t want to ask for help, not yet.
“Chetana, are you sure you can’t work your way through the Balon?” he asked. “Sorry, Dave, I can’t do that,” it replied and he became frustrated. It would have been so easy. “Just making sure. What do you think we should do?” he asked.
“Asking me for advice, I say we cause a flood, get all these people out of here. I might not be able to tear through the armor but we can give ourselves a home field advantage. Also, I doubt they
