M-Bot trills, briefly flickering a few lights and container slots - like V, anything it was carrying back home was missing. Lights and targeting lasers work, but there's a definite lack of firepower from this angle too.

"When M-Bot wants to be, a trip hazard," V deadpans. "The Red Empire made them for scouting and spying, not bombing runs."

The explosion from the latest bombadgy shatters one last Pisaca. The fallen tree is pinning another couple of alligators.

The sound of anyone else approaching is probably well-masked by the fire.