"Phalanx formation," Miller hissed over the low moan of the wind.
The line surged forward. To his left, a recruit in a bulky swung a lead pipe, shattering a skull that had pressed too close to the gap. They moved as a single unit, a wall of black Kevlar and grit carving a path through the throng. Every inch was bought with sweat and the mechanical efficiency of the pack. Swat & Riot Pack (IWBMS 41.50) (04.02.2021)
They weren't just surviving the Kentucky winter; they were reclaiming the streets, one methodical strike at a time. "Phalanx formation," Miller hissed over the low moan