Savier braced his feet against the narrow walls of the tunnel, forcing himself to stay upright, fighting the downward pull. The space was tight and cramped, barely wide enough for his body. No air flowed through—it was suffocating. His breaths came hard and shallow, but he stayed alert, trying to anticipate where the Digger would strike next.
Then—
SCRRAAAATCHHH!
A claw scraped past his ear. It wasn't meant to kill—just to slow him down.
"You! Stop harassing me!"
The Digger slithered through the tunnel system like a parasite, scratching at every angle. It wasn't hunting.
It was sabotaging.
Savier growled, sweat and blood streaking down his face.
"You wanna play dirty?"
He flipped his shotgun, slammed in a fresh shell, and grinned.
"Let's dig, bitch."
Then he kicked off the wall, let himself fall, turned mid-air—
BOOOOOM!