In the arsenal they dubbed it the ammunition that wouldn't fly straight, leaping through thick air much like anything living.
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Low caliber, odd path Engineers held the factory responsible. constructed upon historic marshland where bullfrogs formerly sang. Soldiers, however, knew better.
They had seen those bullets alter course mid-flight, leap off trees at unimaginable angles. The foe developed a terror what could not be foreseen: rounds that came following their own irrational thought.
No protection could come from covers. from metal shifting like an animal remembering How to leap. Some recall of amphibians dancing through their leader, coaching death new methods to identify its target.
The frog bullet: small, chaotic, lethal following old patterns across the moist air. They could be heard coming. not the sound of regular rounds Something gentler, however, the sound of jumping.