!!!EXPLODE!!!
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!!!UNIVERSE!!!
Publisher's blurb:
The hateful crackle of toxic slime cascades down the back of slimecopter - my one friend in this synthetic wasteland we call home. His searing blades shred the wind as we scout the death fields beneath.
We cruise the skies, noting landmarks, hazards, potential targets. Without warning, a mote on the horizon sparks light and screams toward us. That banshee cry of propulsion - no mistake - that’s a missile!
Before my processor calculates a response, slimecopter peels up. My grip tightens, my muscle servos clench, the world goes sideways, missile meets arena wall.
From the wreck behind us springs a killer, latching to our skids. With a taka-taka-taka and a hearty fwoooosh, his gun exhales both bullet and flame.
My vision catches the glint off a five story buzzsaw. I bark at slimecopter - take a hard left, brace for impact. Only in the arena do I live, and only in the arena can I die.