The five Rabid Roosters seemed to sense my presence, or maybe they just smelled potential prey. Their grotesque heads swiveled towards me, red eyes locking on. Black drool dripped more freely, sizzling faintly as it ate into the asphalt where it landed.
GRRAWWKK!
One of them, the largest, let out a war cry before charging forward. Its muscular legs tore up the asphalt, its speed astounding for its size. Two others fanned out to the sides, trying to flank me. The remaining two stayed back, as if keeping watch.
They had tactics. Even as simulations, they retained the pack-hunting instincts from their original data.
"Good," I whispered. "Let's play."
I didn't wait for them to attack first. I shot forward, meeting the charge of the lead rooster head-on. My speed, enhanced by high Agility stats, made me look like a blur to the normal eye.
