5
There’s a giant mole outside.
“Wh-what the hell is this…?!”
Even though I can’t contain my surprise, I’ve actually seen this thing before.
It’s the Sand King, the giant mole we ran into in the desert.
Nearby, Combat Agents have already climbed into the heavy equipment and started grappling with the Sand King.
“Ah, there you are, Six. I see you’ve got your R-Buzzsaw. Good, go ahead and try that. The others are using guns, but nothing seems to work on this thing.”
Alice noticed me from one of the construction machines and gave me an order, but I’d rather not approach it on foot.
“Alice, get off that thing and hop in the Destroyer! The repairs are done, right?! It could handle that mole, I bet!”
“Mr. Destroyer is still having a break at the power plant. He has a voracious appetite and hasn’t consumed his fill. And although he can run on either jet fuel or electricity, the former costs way too many points. Since he used up so much energy clearing away the woods, I’m recharging him right now.”
But this is the sort of situation where Mr. Destroyer is the most needed!
As everyone surrounds the Sand King, it twitches its nose and stands up on its hind legs.
I always knew it was big, but seeing it looming in front of me is a wholly different experience altogether.
I’m pretty sure this thing’s gonna stomp me flat if I get too close.
Just as I wilt a bit under its gaze—
“RRRROOOOOOOOOOOOAR!”
—I hear a familiar roar echo from deep in the woods.
The great mutant Pedo Man—er, Tiger Man, one of Kisaragi’s finest, is dashing this way.
The sound of his intimidating roar draws even the Sand King’s attention.
Oh yeah. I remember Tiger Man mentioning something about being attacked by the Sand King last time. I wonder how he got away from this mole.
Well, we can come back to that later…
“Whoo, go get ’em, Mr. Tiger Man, sir! A mere Combat Agent like me can’t hope to match a mutant in strength, so I’ll provide cover fire from the corner!”
“Given that fighting’s just about the only thing you do well, you’rrre coming with meow!”
Rushing into the hideout, Tiger Man lets out a loud growl to ward off the Sand King.
Is it just my imagination, or is the Sand King’s attention completely focused on him?
“You ran away from it last time, right, Tiger Man? The mole seems awfully interested in you.”
“I punched it with my full mewtant powerrr last time, so it’s probably being cautious.”
Wow, I’m impressed. That’s insane.
I can’t believe he ran up to a monster that big and just punched it.
“We’ve got a ton of people in heavy machinery this time, so let’s leave it to them. It doesn’t look like guns are having any effect.”
I don’t think I can manage something that dangerous, so I might as well make the others do the work here.
“Okay, well, you and me are gonna drrraw its attention. The moment it comes this way, the constrrruction equipment’ll pin it down.”
“Seriously?!”
Goddammit, I should’ve kept my mouth shut.
As Tiger Man and I inch toward the Sand King from the front, it suddenly starts moving its jaws.
I have a bad feeling about this, so I immediately leap to the side.
With a loud whooshing noise, the Sand King spits something out.
A split second after I’ve moved, a rock the size of a human head whizzes past the spot I’d just been occupying.
H-hold up! That was big enough to take my whole head off!
“Tiger Man, that thing’s using ranged attacks!”
“Our guns don’t worrrk. And as you just saw, it can attack from a distance. That’ve means we’ve got no choice but to beat it with brrrute force.”
The Sand King twitches its nose while we yell at each other.
Oh yeah, I seem to recall Alice saying something about this when we ran into the Sand King last time.
Moles are real sensitive to sound and smell because of their bad eyesight.
“Tiger Man, since I can’t use Evil Points, there’s something I’d like you to order.”
“…Supprrression Weapon Type B? Oh, because moles have good noses. Okay, leave it to meow.”
As the Sand King prepares for another ranged attack, one of the agents in the construction equipment rushes its flank.
The others take the opportunity to charge in as well.
“Six, here’s the suppression weapon! My claws aren’t any good for thrrrrowing, so you have to do it!”
“Whoo-hoo, take this! Graaaaah!”
I throw the suppression weapon, aka the Enhanced Tear Gas Grenade, and perfectly nail the Sand King right on the nose.
The pain of the impact and the release of the noxious gases seem unbearable, and—
“Gaaaaaah! Six, what the hell are you doing?!”
“You moron! Try to restrain it!”
“The buildings! It’s gonna wreck the buildings we’re working on!”
—the Sand King, reacting violently to the strong smell, throws off the construction equipment holding it down and rolls around in agony, crushing the nearby buildings.
“Those with extra Evil Points, request whaling harpoons! Fire them into that thing and anchor the lines to something heavy!”
The whaling harpoons have reinforced rope attached to one end for easy recall.
Alice senses that subjugating the target with construction equipment isn’t very feasible, but it continues to howl in rage…
The Sand King then jumps into the hole it dug, before kicking up dirt behind it to seal the entrance.
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