The D-1000s, lacking a visual on their assailant, madly opened fire at almost everything around them, including their own members. John lay flat, pressing his face into the dirt as beams of laser shots sizzled through the fog just inches above him.
He waited for an entire minute, until all his planted bombs had detonated and the frantic blind shooting of the machines' laser guns finally died down. Once he stood up and brushed the dust from his shoulders, he was welcomed by an unexpected surprise!
"Damn! They killed most of the machines in the mad firing!"
John had expected to return to the fray and see a large group of vigilant D-1000s waiting for him. Instead, the fog was a graveyard of green codes. Twisted metal, shattered sensors, and smouldering power batteries lay scattered across the ground. In their panic, the machines' crossfire had been more lethal than his own bombs.
