Hopefully the swarm at the shore were disciplined enough to hold the position and not come to the aid of their brothers.

Moe has no such concern for taking cover and simply walks head on into the hail of bullets whizzing past him. The Lieutenants take pot shots towards the cloud of smoke in the hope of hitting him while they try to keep order in the ranks. The armour protects him form the few rounds that make contact and also from the scratching nails and biting teeth of the drones who get close enough to use them.

They find out quickly how futile there sacrifice was as they are mercilessly hacked down by his blade or pummelled into unconsciousness by a metal shoulder, forearm or shin. He lets out a scream towards the Lieutenants and they step back.