"It's not rocket science," she said, rolling her eyes in a brief flash of her old self. "It's just a normal swapping. Yes, I can do it."
"I'll come and help then," a Bulltor volunteered, stepping forward.
"Me too," a second one added, their massive frames casting long shadows over the walls.
They knew the stakes. If the cannons went silent for even a minute, the yellow tide would reach the walls.
"Good," Ricky said, his voice cutting through the rising panic to prevent a mass exodus toward the energy cells storage place. He knew they couldn't afford to have everyone occupied with the manual labour of hauling the cells, regardless of how vital that task had become.
"Now we need to focus. We need a way to actually stop these things at the source before the numbers become impossible to manage."
