“Man down!” Grunt cried silently. “Ignore the beast! Advance!”
The enemy was formidable: the Galactic Raiders, a ragtag group of neon-purple aliens with oversized heads and translucent blasters. They held the strategic high ground of the Ottoman Cliffs. toy-soldiers-complete
The soldiers didn't blink—partly because they were molded that way, but mostly because they were disciplined. Corporal "Lefty" (who had lost half an arm to a teething puppy in '24) checked his plastic bayonet. “Movement on the flank, Sir!” Lefty whispered. “Man down