The metal orbs of the mech tank destroyer rumble and rumble through the streets, kicking up clouds of dust and ash. The ground shakes as the steam from the barrels rises from its blast of destruction. Vines and bricks cling to the metal, glinting in the dim light of the urban streets. The rebels blaze and march in response, their weapons humming in the rhythm of the roar of the blasts. In the distance, a firebox looms, its gleaming spires illuminated by the fierce power of the rebels. The battle scenes between those who have crossed the line take place in a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse.