[Durability/blunt]

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And back on this side of the
street, something’s following Torres
down from the fifth floor.
It shatters the pavement in front
of me as it lands: a tank on legs,
cannons for arms, compound eyes
like clusters of sodium spotlights. A
Ceph Heavy, and if these garden
slugs are even capable of anything
approaching human emotion, this
one is pissed. It doesn’t even bother
shooting at me with those cannons;
it backhands me with them instead,
knocks me halfway across the
street as ONYX collapses in a heap
over its shoulder. I reach for my
weapon but there’s a couple of
tonnes of angry mechanized jelly
in the way. The Ceph raises one of
its cannons, aims. I stare down a
muzzle big enough to fit my head
into. And one of those teetering
subway cars, dislodged by the
death throes of the building across
the way, lurches down off its
embankment and squashes my
nemesis like a bug.

Crysis: Legion, PILGRIMAGE