They were everywhere.
A hungry sea of dead eyes and too-long claws.
The Vrykolakases moved with no particular purpose.
With no leader now, no Daemon to focus them, they attacked everything.
And that meant that Aspro was in trouble.
Thankfully, Xenos was there before anything could happen to him.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, his sword loose in his hand, Aspro tucked under his left arm like a warm trophy, he ran around them while an acid glob sat in his right palm, neon green and humming, ready to vomit death on anything stupid enough to touch it.
Eris, his internal GPS, sighed in his head.
'Don't enjoy yourself too much.'
Xenos replied because the dog deserved amusement, and She deserved an attitude:
'I'll try my best~.'
The first wave hit with eight Vrykolakases lunging at him at the same time.
He ducked beneath their claws, and just as he was about to drown in their bodies, all eight split apart, allowing him to rush forth and meet the next.
