Breaching the Tin Beast

I squeezed through the trench under the gate and sprinted straight out into the concrete alley. Right in my warpath sat a crushed, empty aluminum soda can glistening on the gravel. An armored enemy. I accelerated to full charge and brought my chainsaw blade crashing directly across its hollow body. The tin crushed under my edge with a sharp crunch, spitting out stale brown drops of syrup. I planted one foot on its flattened waist and dragged my saw along the rim, peeling a jagged silver scar through the metal. It folded completely under my command. The alleyway belongs to me now.