Laughs a good belly laugh behind Lightblast, covered in soil and holding a shovel. Reaches down in a freshly dug tunnel and helps pull up a likewise muddy and sweaty Caleb.
Covered in dirt, but alive we are, Lightblast.
From the vast heavens to beneath the monster's claw: we combated for our lives. Even under the earth's surface, we had our fight with tunnel cave-ins. Someone up above kept sending repeated small tremors, like a beating drum, against the tunnel's integrity.
Ultimately, we have emerged above the soil with mud-caked boots and unwavering fortitude. Resourcefulness and teamwork are dangerous weapons of themselves: no matter the wide terrain, the opponent, or the automations involved. Resistance style.
Glares at the mosquito automaton somehow still intact. Watches Caleb run up and strike Lightblast right in the haircut. (Whatever that means.)