The risk was the point. In the old world, a jammed gun was a death sentence. In the world of the Kaos Engines, a jammed gun was just a precursor to a bigger explosion.
The deal was struck. Within the hour, the Phoenix Point squad was screaming across the Eurasian steppes. The Pandorans had established a massive nesting tower, guarded by a hulking Scylla that had shrugged off standard sniper fire for days. PHOENIX POINT KAOS ENIGNES(2019)
“Weapon’s redlining!” Subject 24 shouted as her rifle hissed steam, the barrel warping from the heat. “Keep firing!” The risk was the point
A glob of caustic, sticky resin erupted from the roof, pinning the Scylla’s massive legs to the mutated earth. The beast roared, but the Buggy didn't stop. They drifted in a wide arc, the crew leaning out of the windows with —assault rifles that fired experimental, high-velocity slugs that bypassed the creature’s carapace but glowed red-hot with every trigger pull. The deal was struck