[Strength/Kicking]

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Carbine’s gone. The scarab won’t
do shit against this thing. I’ve got
grenades but the Heavy just—
Oh, wait …
The charge level’s barely grazing
50 percent but it’ll have to do. I
slap two stickies onto the front of
the cab, set the timers so they don’t
blow up in my face. Whatever the
suit’s got to give, it gives now.
Lord: Give me Strength.
I kick. The cab skids off the ledge
and sails down in a beautiful arc
that ends right on the head of that
missile-spitting motherfucker. The
sound of massive metal objects
smashing together: just beautiful,
Roger. Just fucking beautiful.
It doesn’t die. But it goes down,
pinned under two thousand
kilograms of Chevrolet’s finest
alloys.

Crysis: Legion, HIVE