Art series for my friend  eddx

The mercenary went to the smoking settlement, people often hired other warriors to clean out similar villages, which unknowingly were built by creatures near the fortress cities of people, the motorcyclist had long ceased to look for the reasons for such cruelty, people in power in their fortresses did not like such neighbors and this was a very common practice.
And the hero can only look at the remains and can profit from the remaining supplies that the surviving creatures could leave leaving their dwellings. Quietly driving into the village and taking his machine gun at the ready, he involuntarily peered at the footprints on the grass and the large large-caliber shells lying, "Mech means they have taken, they are losing in professionalism," thought the mercenary.
There were not so many corpses in the village, perhaps most were able to retreat, but it was possible to profit from cartridges until the settlement finally turned into ashes, but then the mercenary saw a slight stirring in one of the destroyed houses.