"Bastards…" Robert growled, driving his sword into the neck of a razor-toothed hyena, its whimper fading as it died. Theon slid up beside him, thrusting his spear into another one leaping from the mountainside. They were in a narrow gap between mountains, a natural path, but the low cliffs on one side made it a hotspot for monsters, with a shallow ravine cutting through.
The tight space meant no one dared use their mana guns—a single misfire could take out their own. So, they stuck to swords and spears, except for the few trained in ranged weapons who could handle mana guns without screwing it up.
"Why'd they have to show up now?" a guy from Kalso's team grumbled. Cassian recognized him, reminded of Robert—both quick to get pissed and loud about it. "Ten more minutes, and I was off duty for the day, and these bastards…" he growled, jamming his ripper into a hyena's throat, "couldn't wait for the next shift. Die, you shits!" He stabbed again, making sure the thing stayed dead.
