*Slash! Slash! Slash!*
Jin's blade carved through the neck of a C-rank direwolf, her enhanced speed making the strikes look almost casual.
Blood sprayed across the rocky ground as the creature collapsed with a final whimper.
"That's the fifth one this morning," she called out, wiping her weapon clean. "How are we looking on the count?"
"Three more C-ranks down on our end," one of the survivors responded from across the clearing. "Plus two B-ranks that tried to ambush us from the ridge."
"Good work, everyone."
Genya's military voice cut through the sounds of combat as he coordinated their formation.
His tactical mind constantly assessed their positioning, making sure nobody got isolated or overwhelmed.
Hina stood at the perimeter, her gang leader instincts keeping watch for anything more dangerous than the usual fodder.
Her enhanced senses, honed from years of street fighting before the apocalypse, picked up movement patterns that others might miss.
