NGL, unless one gets the jump on ya, the ol’ Orbital strat followed up with a couple grenades lobbed underneath as they run over them, and simply sidestep while they crumple in the dirt past you. Hell, if you aim the strat just right, they’ll skid to a dead stop at your feet. It’s a singularly emboldening moment, worth a fuckyeah! … Until the second one blindsides you into a fine red mist. ^Clever girl.
NGL, unless one gets the jump on ya, the ol’ Orbital strat followed up with a couple grenades lobbed underneath as they run over them, and simply sidestep while they crumple in the dirt past you. Hell, if you aim the strat just right, they’ll skid to a dead stop at your feet. It’s a singularly emboldening moment, worth a fuckyeah! … Until the second one blindsides you into a fine red mist. ^Clever girl.
One is an inconvenience, but when you have three, plus an ungodly amount of bile spitters it becomes quite a handful.
Your story is why I play this game though, it’s so badass.
Bile spitters? You mean those titans? Even two is an “ungodly amount” of those. How many are you talking, exactly? 😅😶
I mean the fat brood mother things that spit acid, not the titans, the titans can be a handful.
Roger that. 🤓
Compare to 3 flame thrower hulks and an ungodly amount of tank, including some gatling tanks. Also, the a drop of 8 rocket devastators.