Graviton moved the tanker truck into position and Phil telepathically activated the hose and moved it into position. Grissom grabbed the hose and aimed at the approaching Dukes.
Everything set? Montag glanced at Phil.
No civilians around. Dr. Stevenson-Murray is safe aboard the Strikeforce satellite. Our people are moving out of the way, and no gas mains around. Let 'er rip! Phil responded as the Sandcrawler unleashed a torrent of gasoline upon the army of snarling Dukes.
Drake Marshall turned from where he'd been fighting a Duke and looked on in horror. "Smith! Montag! No. . ." But his voice was lost in the torrent of screams pouring forth from the angry Dukes.
He thought hard at Phil as ACK fired his flamethrower at the clones of Maxwell Wolfe. What the hell are you doing?!
Drake, is there a problem? Phil responded as the Dukes began bursting into flame.
Dammit, you should've let Gaunt corral them first! Now they'll be. . . The wall of Thin White Dukes surged forward, as the flaming clones continued chasing after the combined groups, now while on fire. . . .loose and on fire. Marshall continued his thought while slapping the side of his head.
