The shockwave shattered the glass in the command deck. Outside, the world turned into a kaleidoscope of fire and iron. A Prussian Walker took a direct hit, its hydraulic legs buckling as it collapsed into a crater, venting high-pressure steam that cooked its crew instantly.
"No," Thorne said, drawing his flare gun. "We aren't a ship anymore. We’re a fortress." World War Zero: Iron Storm
But for every machine the Allies downed, two more marched out of the haze. This was the horror of the Iron Storm: an endless assembly line of destruction. The shockwave shattered the glass in the command deck