As I rounded the corner, I saw what must've been the final line of them. I clenched my jaw and kept my pace. One foot after the other. One breath in, one breath out. My footsteps were clapping lightly compared to the rain coming down around us. He probably didn't even hear me coming.
I reached back to my belt and gripped a long cylinder with a pin and a side clip made for gripping tightly. When released, they exploded in five seconds. The particular grenade type at hand was the "wolf killer". Designed specifically for use against any resistance faction currently being incubated in Portside. They saw us all as infants, and if I'm not mistaken, incubated was quoted from their field manual.
It held three separate chambers, each surrounding another, save for the outer shell. The center was gunpowder, tightly packed in with a small pinhole leading to the ignition charge under the handle. The second was a layer of ball bearings, fitted into small grooves, forming a grid of small half-moons across the surface. On top of that was a layer of a type of acidic gel that was only harmful to human skin after contacting the trace amounts of oxygen in the air. Thanks to Portside's humidity, the catalyst would be no problem.
The best way to use them is to time it so that they explode over your enemy's head. The explosion will umbrella over the top of them, giving them plenty of time to become coated and also to react. What you have as an end result is a small, acidic meteor shower.
Which is what we soon had on our hands on that very night. "Wolf Killer--the new Claymore". It's a wonder what a beast can do if a wolf takes a man's knife away and clutches it tightly in its teeth. We're lucky wolves can't learn that. The Alboranian government was unlucky that we could.
It was a beautiful, silent lob. Such an arc that they were completely unaware until they saw the flash of a green light directly above them. After that, a small bang. And shortly after that still, acid-covered ball bearings tearing straight through their visors, fixing themselves in my opponents' jaws and cheekbones.
After being that unsure of whether they'd gotten to Elly or not, it was truly a sight for mine sore eyes.
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