Chapter Sixty-Six - Spinning a Yarn_Stray Cat Strut

Chapter Sixty-Six - Spinning a Yarn

 Chapter Sixty-Six - Spinning a Yarn

 League of Samurai Legends is a Massive Online Battle Arena that is quite unique, or was when it first released. The game ys as a 3v1, with three yers on the samurai team working together against an antithesis yer who controls the opposing faction.

 The samurai yers control various historical and current samurai, as well as a few original characters, buying gear as they rack up points forpleting objectives and killing antithesis npcs.

 The antithesis yer interacts with the game in an entirely different way, controlling it as a micro-management-heavy RTS wherein they create and react to the choices of the samurai yers.

 Games can be extremely tight, and it affords and encourages a wide range of tactics and ystyles.

 --LoSL wiki page, 2034

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 I lurched forwards, ws swiping towards a model five which I grabbed with almost contemptuous ease. Then, while shifting back and to the side to avoid a rush from some smaller aliens, I raised my mech up onto its hindlegs for just a moment and spiked the tanky model five into itsrades.

 I didnt stick around, however, and bounded ahead with several leaps while my remaining Gatling gun fired off small bursts into the more densely packed crowds of aliens.

 The nice thing about being in a several-ton warmech was that the little aliens were basically a non-threat, and most of the antithesis here were little ones.

 Advanced stealth bullshit meant the antithesis only knew where I am was I stopped to wreck their shit. The rest of the time, they were just running around, clueless.

 The antithesis were circling around their mobile hive, a few hundred of them bumping into each other as they created a cordon of nt meat around the biggest alien around, keeping it safe.

 Well, not really that safe.

 A flick of my thumb folded the mech''s back tes just enough for the mortars to poke out and fire. A subsystem of a subsystem tracked their trajectory as they flew in a nice arc andnded spread out amongst the aliens.

 Then they detonated, and alien meat was sent flying all over.

 I continued to move, back sping shut even as I avoided a swarm of model ones swooping over the spot where Id been with suicidal speed.

 On a whim, I turned around and pinged one of the ck birds in the middle of the flock. The mechs auto-targeting started to draw lines to it, telling me exactly where I needed to aim and how much leeway I had in positioning myself. I unfolded the 105mm cannon on my right side and adjusted the mechs stance so that the gun could align itself on the fly.

 I fired the moment the auto-targeting went green, and my mechs hindws dug into the road as it absorbed the recoil.

 The shell detonated in the middle of the model ones, fire and shrapnel and a powerful concussive st turning the entire flock into cooked meat.

 That had given away my position, but at this point, I wasnt caring so much.

 There were three artillery models near the shoreline, hanging back until they had an idea of where I was. An rm rang in my head as they fired, so I moved, running around in arge curve. Halfway there, I pounced up andnded onto a model four, squishing it beneath my weight before I started to jump ahead in a zig-zag pattern. My thagomizer-tail flicked from side to side, sttering aliens with every swipe.

 Then I was amongst the artillery models and ripping them apart.

 There was something insanely visceral about chomping down on an alien the length of a schoolbus and then shaking my head around while bits of it flew off in every direction.

 Yeah, I was having too much fun in melee range, but I was also in a giant warmech, which made it possible to be this close without worrying too much.

 Once thest of the aliens was spread out across a couple of acres, I found myself panting in my cockpit with exhration and looking for my next target.

 The mobile hive. It was still being protected.

 But it wasnt looking my way, and a hundred-odd little shits wasnt going to stop me.

 Iughed within the confines of my cockpit as I sprinted across the distance between us, then leapt across thest sixty or so metres, guns unfolding on my side to fire while I was in mid-air even as the thrusters built into the mechs legs fired off, giving me a bit more forwards momentum and cooking the aliens below me.

 Then I crashed into the alien, ws digging into armoured scales able to deflect tank shells as if they were butter.

 I rolled into a ball, the longer ws of my hindlegs scratching wildly into the aliens side even as I bit onto its back to keep myself in ce.

 Aliens were charging in from all over,ing around the model twenty-two and leaping up onto me even as the bigger model struggled to stay standing, even with six trunk-like legs.

 I was getting rid of the smaller ones, though, swiping them away with whip-cracking strikes from my tail and with constant fire from my Gatling guns.

 Still, they were starting to be an annoyance. I had at least a dozen model threes chewing ineffectually at my armour, but there was a tiny chance theyd ding my paint.

 Load up the mortars. Two concussive, four resonators, I said.

 Done.

 I opened the mechs back and instantly fired the mortars, but I adjusted them to fire with barely enough force to just drop onto the ground next to me.

 The concussion grenades went off a split second after I closed my back up.

 The explosions sshed the model threes and their bigger buddies, clearing out the entire side of the model twenty-two.

 I shoved off,nded on my forepaws, then ran a bit, tail slicing into the aliens skin as I shot past it.

 Then I turned hard, jaw opening up even as I locked onto the ugly aliens face and got ready to be warmed up.

 The railgun fired, then reloaded and fired again.

 For good measure, I unloaded thest couple of rounds left in my 105mm cannons.

 The model twenty-two stumbled to the side, then crashed to the ground with enough mass left to it to shake the entire street.

 Thest of the aliens left around here charged my way, but a quick swipe of a paw sttered them, and a roar from my Gatling gun took care of those that werent close enough for that.

 I turned, attention to my sensors as I looked for more... only there werent any. Huh, I said.

 Well done. The areas cleared.

 The area was more than cleared. It was fucked. Every building in the area was either on fire or would have looked better if it was. Dozens of very loud cannons going off and stray 10mm rounds from my Gatling guns had shredded homes andkeside businesses.

 That wasnt ounting for the street itself.

 w marks deep enough to crouch in marked the road, painting a wild picture of everywhere Id run. Bodies, most of them in several pieces, were sttered all over the ce, and the road was painted in soot and chlorophyll.

 The biggest corpse was still smoking, its insides burning.

 As I watched, a small egg-like thing flopped out of the side of the model twenty-two and squirmed for a moment. Then a tiny model three broke free from the shell it was born in and shook itself.

 I walked over and crushed it into the road. Well, I guess, uh... yeah, that was something.

 You might want to take a moment to cool down. Your heart is still racing at nearly dangerous levels and your body temperature is higher than optimal.

 The AC kicked on properly, and I let out a sigh. She was probably right. I blinked a few times, my organic eye burning and somewhat exhausted. Gomorrah, things are cleared up here, I said.

 Got it. Bombing runs finishing up along the shore. Ill be passing back over where you are and dropping something a little more permanent in... about five minutes.

 Alright, I said as I sat the mech down. I was tempted to lick the blood off my paws, then I realized that it didnt matter, and I didnt have a tongue and... why the fuck would I do that? Ill uh, stay here for a bit then.

 That was impressive, Stray Neko-Sama! Intel-chan said. I saw from the bombers feed. Well, I saw some of it. You were invisible for most of that, but it was still awesome to see. Too bad the aliens dont have morale, because if they did, wed just send them the vid and theyd surrender.

 Thanks, I think, I said.

 Do you mind if I share it? Itll be good for our morale, at least. And youre less likely to be shot on the way back!

 I snorted. Yeah, sure, if itll help a little.

 Nice! In any case, I put in a special order for you, and also, the reinforcements are arriving early. ETA one hour.

 Reinforcements... holy shit, about time. I could feel a bit of stress leaking from my back, but I tried to keep my hopes in check. Whats the order? I asked, curious.

 A big, big ball of yarn, Intel-chan said.

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Chapter Sixty-Six - Spinning a Yarn