“Frag out,” he whispered.
The filaments found the seams in the golems’ armor. The vents. The optical lenses. With a chorus of synthesized shrieks, the three giants collapsed into molten slag, their last output a spray of harmless, evaporating pixels. flamefrags edit
Kael leaned back, coughing smoke, and grinned. Another clean kill. “Frag out,” he whispered
He unclipped a standard frag grenade from his belt—a dull, grey, boring thing. He held it next to a tiny, pilot-light flame on his fingertip. evaporating pixels. Kael leaned back
He dove for the exit portal, his digital body unraveling at the edges like a burning photograph. He made it through just as his heat capacity hit 0%.