One must realize that the first thing about the Super Sledge is that it isn’t just “an engine block on a stick”, as I’ve heard it described time and again. It has quite a number of kinetic enhancing features that allows it to dent in and wreck tank armour. Those features were now working against each other. Autumn's factory-fresh version with all of its components brand spanking new, or Fawke’s with its extensive customizations and jury-rigs. Both heads met up, the shafts flexed and soon, soon, soon, I kept hoping that the explosive effect would be soon, but the shafts flexed impossibly, until we were helmet-to-helmet, staring at each other through the optics.
Then his own exploded. To the cheers of “my side” of the battlefield.
We were both flung backwards, I landing on my left foot, right knee, and right hand grasping at the dirt while I held Fawke’s Super Sledge by the centre of the shaft with my left, fre