Voxx: The Linebacker.

Seraphine Voxx had eyes on two fronts.

The smaller targets were fast — drones, foot soldiers, scrap-scouts — closing in from the ridge. That’s what she was shooting at.

But the real problem was behind them: the GRAVEMARK-09, CULLFRAME Division.

Siege-class. Zero voice. Red-eye active.

Voxx locked into a firing crouch, M10 rifle smoking hot. Every round hit clean. Every breath synced to recoil.

She wasn’t engaging the mech — not yet.

She was thinning the field. Clearing the trash.

Stalling the inevitable.

Because when GRAVEMARK started moving, it didn’t stop.

She had no squad. No uplink. No fallback zone.

Just a trigger, a target, and a full clip of ammo left.