Story 863: Titanfall

The Titan crouched low, its elongated limbs digging into the cracked pavement, muscles coiling like a predator ready to strike. Across from it, the Pale Swarm chittered and screeched, their grotesque, humanoid bodies twitching with hunger.

Leon tightened his grip on his machete. “Okay, so… do we run, or do we die here?”

The Titan lunged first. Its massive claws cleaved through the first wave of Swarm, sending limbs and ichor spraying across the ruins. The Swarm retaliated, climbing onto its back, biting, clawing, and trying to overwhelm the beast.

Reaper wiped blood from his mouth. “Holy shit. We’re not the main course anymore.”

Evelyn’s mind raced. The Titan was evolving at a terrifying rate, but it had never encountered a force like the Pale Swarm. If they played this right, they could let these monsters destroy each other—or at least weaken the Titan enough for them to escape.

Lucas pulled out a smoke grenade. “If we’re getting out, now’s the time.”