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Bullets smashed into the metal hull Girthfield hid behind, a few whizzing passed, off-aim, and plopping into the dune. Sand shot into the air on impact. Girthfield reloaded, his bullets and gunpowder packet falling into his lap as he prepared his weapon. Kugels in, blackpowder set. Weapon loaded. The pistol made a solid click as it snapped shut. Six shots.

Girthfield waited, doing quick math in his head. They had enough men to rotate their gunfire from the ants he'd seen. If they were smart they wouldn't give him a chance to retaliate. A bullet whizzed past, and then there was a pause, some yelling heard in place of gunfire. They weren't smart.

In a swift motion Girthfield twirled out of cover into a shooting stance. With a bang gunpowder smoke erupting into the air, his shot hitting one of the scavengers in the arm and flying them backwards. Through the smoke Girthfield charged, smashing into another with the hilt of his blade. He glanced up. There was a third scavenger, running toward a shotgun hanging off her ant's saddle. Girthfield glared at her before spotting a figure behind the ant and the wreckage: Otis, making his way down the dune. "Otis!" Girthfield called, ducking behind cover again. "Take her out!"