Bullfighter's Strategy

The spikes embedded in the breastplate required Tom's strength, six times over, to pull out forcefully, indicating the immense force behind their projectile that pierced through even iron plates.

Holding two shields to protect his body, Tom shouted loudly to Linda behind him, "This rat can shoot spikes, stay hidden, don't get hit!"

Linda quickly hid behind a table leg, but still peeked out, blinking her charming eyes curiously at the small "porcupine." "Is this the change you mentioned happening outside? Interesting, hehe, quite interesting!"

Interesting? Tom felt a headache coming on. This mouse was skilled in ranged attacks, its power rivaling that of his Termite Type-0 Cannon. But, just as he thought about it, the shield endured two spike attacks in quick succession; thankfully, he quickly half-crouched, or else his knees would have been hit.

And it's automatic fire, no need to reload!