When John had first spotted the machines splitting their ranks to utilise all three crossings, he couldn't help but inwardly sigh.
He almost missed the mindless monsters of the earlier trials, monsters that followed simple, sound logic and predictable behaviour. These machines were far more annoying, far more cunning.
However, now that the Bulltors were on the field, John finally had the breathing room to outpace the machines' schemes.
He reached the middle underwater bridge at a full sprint and immediately began laying down a dense cluster of fortifications on both banks. He was effectively choking the passage, turning the narrow bridge into a literal deathtrap for anything attempting to cross.
