Harvest of the Giant Cockroach

Tom was knocked down by a huge shadow from the air, and as he lay pinned to the ground, he could barely make out the true identity of the shadow through the gap in his helmet: a cockroach.

"Weren't we supposed to deal with five cockroaches?" Bozi cursed Skinny anxiously beside him. "How did you scout, and moreover, this one... it's huge!"

This mutant giant cockroach was indeed massive, easily twice the size of Tom in his armor.

Its mandibular mouthparts were even sharper, and the rapidly opening and closing spikes resembled a chainsaw as they approached Tom's chest.

The breastplate was the hardest part of the entire set of Old Street armor, almost half a palm's thickness, but in the face of its crazily serrated mouthparts, sparks still flew.