In order to break through the Sighing Wall, three armored scorpions had already snapped off their own tails; when they came off the production line, they clearly hadn't downloaded the data on special shields properly, and they were overly confident in their tails—a common attitude among armored scorpions, these cold weapon fanatics were only passionate about studying how to hack at people or armor as well as effectively use their own tails; they had little enthusiasm for energy shields, which they considered soft.
However, today they met their match.
"It's okay, it's just a broken tail; we can attach a new one for you quickly," one of the mass-produced Ravens said to a scorpion soldier looking at her tail with distress, with what appeared to be a genuinely sincere expression, "Then you can continue to whip at a mother ship level rigid shield."
Out of respect for the sliver of truth in that Raven's tone, I pretended not to hear.
