More blocking electricity

And in the background, the wing mech had been quiet, but was now doing something else. Something protruded from its back, as if it were laying an egg. A cartridge. Electricity crackled around the cylindrical protrusion, and the entire craft seemed to go a bit dim.

I flew, diving, being aware of the halo's apparent range, which was very visible with the way it zapped everything that was close enough. Close to the ground, until I was skimming the water that layered over the floor, breastplate scraping tile.

Come on, my horrible partner. Work with me. Don't kill us.

The cartridge dropped. It was the size of a fridge and likely the same weight. It toppled end over end.

Don't move too violently or hit it. Stay still, embrace it.

I intercepted it. I felt the Wretch latch on. No violent blows.

Arcs of energy crackled along the Wretch, dancing over droplets that had found cracks and crevices on the Wretch's form.

- Dying 15.5