Akur fired again, the zan-rifle jerking backwards in his arms. A hundred yards ahead, a crater exploded in the Keel's belly. An enormous, rippling scream tore from its throat as it fell down, but its momentum kept it crashing onwards through the dust. The charge carried on, more clawed feet crashing through the broken ground. Though Keel were falling every second, there were more. More than intelligence had told them- a deliberate lie? Why did the Keel fight? Why did he fight? Where did things go wrong? One of the other Zyrothans shouted at him. "Akur! We got flankers!"