disagreed with this version of reality. Physics, that old enemy of ambition.
He clenches his fists and pushes his face into the mud to scream as the muscles in his abdomen spasm suddenly, his entire body shaking from the trauma of the wound. But he moves forward again, crawling on his hands and knees with the sword in one hand and the rifle sling wrapped around the opposite wrist. Inching forward he slides a knee through the wet mud towards the Beast.
The loose earth was twice as soggy as it would have been from just the rain, the blood from the drones adding to it in as equal a measure if not more. He tries to move the trailing leg to continue but it causes more pain than he can handle and he screams again, this time biting into his forearm to prevent