â€œWatch those rockets!â€� â€œGrubs are moving!â€� â€œHeâ€™s turning around!â€�
The Locusts are relentless. In threes and fours they take to the field, emerging out of the ground until I can get close enough to toss a grenade down the hole. The Locusts donâ€™t make it easy though, setting up complicated webs of cause-and-effect. Step here, get shot. Flank, and another is watching the firstâ€™s back.
And on their turn, a swarm. Luckily I can set just as deadly a trap. As the drones and wretches sprint towards my position they find a wall of bullets, a double pincer that cuts them to pieces. But even as I cut this first force down, more are emerging behind.
I sit. I stare at this moment, frozen in timeâ€”my four ragtag Gears facing down an unstoppable army. I pour myself a drink and I think it over, calmly and quietly, the way Gears Tactics demands.