The circus crowd. Walks at you in a pack, a little tougher than a husk.
Nothing clever — just never let the pack close the last step.
Numbers are for wave one; deeper down they get tougher.
Walks at you and swings. The horde is mostly this.
Runs. Reaches you long before the rest of the wave does.
Invisible until it is on you, and it waits rather than walks.
Ignores you and eats your resource nodes. Fed, it comes back stronger.
Keeps its distance and spits acid in a straight line.
Walks up and detonates. Dies in a blast too.
Armoured from the front, soft in the back. Backing away is the worst answer.
Hangs back and lays webs across your path. Almost no damage of its own.
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