"You should have said so earlier!"
Not far away, Gaer's discontented voice rang out with a curve—along with his werewolf body arching through the beast tide, flying backward.
Just moments ago, Gaer also commanded his wolf pack (his personal exploration team) to form ranks, and then he himself charged into the tide of beasts, unleashing a fierce, bloody storm—unlike Aina, who needed to time her attacks for support, this heir of the Khan was more adept at slaughter within military formations, engaging many at once.
Against the chaotic bloody whirlwind, the exobeasts at the forefront didn't even get to enjoy the alchemical firearms before being torn and shredded by Gaer's strength, turning into a rain of blood. Gaer didn't even use a weapon, yet he smashed those sturdy beasts, impervious even to alchemical firearms, into pieces with his bare hands.
