multiple magazines from the backpack and stacks them in a neat pile by his foot so he can access them quickly, all the time still unleashing rounds into the forest around him.

More flares are lit and thrown to either side to light the area. As they spark up Steve aims to extinguish the drone lighting them but finds out quickly that they are being lit and thrown from behind a metal plate of some kind. He changes his aim and fires at what he can have an effect on.

The harsh light and deep shadows reveal the first lines of drones as they emerge slowly from the thick brush. An advancing wall of targets slowly drudging towards him, hampered by the mud, as if nature was helping him.

The branches and vines that weave between the