"Cover me!" I shouted, my voice steady despite the burn in my lungs from the lingering gas.
The mercenaries, faces slick with sweat and streaked with grime, didn't hesitate this time—their exhaustion etched deep in every labored breath, but they poured it all out anyway. Axes hacked at its flanks, spears jabbed to keep those claws occupied, a desperate roar rising from them as they threw everything into holding the beast's fury at bay. It worked, barely; the Fowlshiet's snarls turned toward them, its massive body twisting to meet the onslaught.
