#[ I haven't played AK in Forever but I still remember that fuckass magma slime being SO Annoying to kill ]

[inkhornism]

IT'S HOT BUT WHAT ELSE WOULD ONE EXPECT WHEN THEY ARE IN THE HEART OF A VOLCANO? Even as sweat drips down their face, they continue to watch the battlefield with just as sharp gaze as always. One wrong move and it's over, there's no coming back from this. The operators should always go into battle knowing full well that they may not come out alive. This time, while not different than the others, applies even more pressure on them to succeed or never see the light of day again.

The terrain isn't to their advantage but it's not like it hasn't happened before. Even with the placement of a natural lava fountain getting in the way, they've managed taking care of the flow of enemies pretty well so far. No leaks, no downed pawns. Everything is going well, they are going to be done with this and then they can leave and take a shower. They can stand the stuffy atmosphere for so long. Ideally, they won't reach their limit while still in the middle of the fight.

Before long, the source of the volcano's activity makes its appearance; a giant magma slime so grotesque it'd turn anybody's stomach inside out upon seeing it. The heat it radiates can be felt even by them sitting a good distance away, those in close range must be--

❝ … melting. ❞ the word drips from their lips in a moment of rare sincere horror. Melting, melting, melting, they are set on fire after being shot with magma so hot nothing can stop it and suddenly the air is filled with petrified screams of anguish followed suit by the smell of burnt flesh. It makes them gag, nearly throw up in their mask as they instinctively cover the holes that allow the air to circulate through.

It's a horror show, a car accident they can't tear their eyes from but much worse. Heads turn around towards the cacophony of sounds in an attempt to see what's going on while all they can do is watch, frozen to the spot.

❝ Doctor--! ❞ a voice from somewhere below cries their name before its source collapses, red visible from where the fire ate through the operators protective gear, clothes, skin. The smell is overpowering even with the height difference so they move away, find the edge of the cliff before bellowing as loudly as they can.

❝ ALL FIELD OPERATORS TAKE COVER! RANGED OPERATORS FOCUS YOUR ATTACKS ON THE SLIME! ❞ if things continue at this rate, they'll have to evacuate lest they lose the entire squad. Were it not for bringing their top of the line along for this operation, they couldn't care less. How troublesome.