Alan observed in awe, as he saw the wolf suddenly flee.
"What? Why in the bloody lord's name is everybody running away from me!? Do I stink or something!?"
At least the strange, black, knight figures haven't ran away... He thought to himself, as he turned his turret back around...
But, the two elements seem to have slyly used to time that he wasn't paying attention to their fullest advantage, and were suddenly right up against his flanks, with their strange, sharp, items pointing straight towards his hull.
They must've been some sort of new, lightweight, hand-held shaped-warhead all along.
Alan was instantly mortified, and almost screamed, as one of the units made a swinging motion with the charge towards his hull.
However, the object didn't explode. It just... Harmlessly bounced off of his hull, with the elements looking just as confused as he was himself...
"Eeerhm, allright?" Allan stuttered.
"Wanna see a magic trick, then!?"
The tank reversed about 10 meters away from the formations, before triggering his smoke charges.
The launchers made loud pangs as they each hurled their charges towards the elements, in a tame arc, before the charges hit the ground, and a thick, white, cloud of dense smoke began blowing out, enveloping the elements....