A mutant wearing a tank turret. Shells from across the street, a shield of plates up close.
Shoot around the plates, not into them. When the gun goes quiet, it is reloading.
Numbers are for wave one; deeper down they get tougher.
Charges, then works in a frenzy and slams the ground.
Lays eggs and screams. Left alone, the arena fills up.
Screams to stun, teleports, and calls in support.
Burrows and comes up under you with a shockwave.
Carries a shield across its front that eats what you fire at it.
Bound to its thralls: while they live, it barely feels you.
Fights like a squad leader, and the squad is the horde.
Backs away and walks a fan of spores around you. Retreating loses.
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