Mark had been working on upgrading the armour, covering the obvious weak points, but he looked restricted by it as it prevented him moving naturally.

He looks up as his attacker stands over his rifle, which is lying on one of the stepping stones, and drives a foot down onto it repeatedly bending and warping the barrel until it’s rendered an unworkable mess.

Steve: MIKEY!!

A second drone moves towards him quickly and grabs Steve by the underside of the helmet on his head, lifting him up and swinging him aggressively, throwing him against the trunk of a tree. A loud crack rings out and Steve wonders for a second if it was him or the wood that made the sound. He doesn’t wait for the drones to continue their