Chapter 410: Instinct (1/2)

From the dark shadows, countless pairs of small, yellowish glowing beads popped up in rapid fashion, one after another.

Shortly after the emergence of the numerous, ominous gems, strange clicking, cluttering sounds could be heard from all directions.

”Get ready.” Long since recognized the ambush they have walked into, Drake's right hand was already resting on Mort's hilt, ready to unleash all the hell he was capable of.

At the same time, her Sister and Lilly were already in a battle-ready stance, the former holding her newly bought pair of daggers, whilst the latter was fully focused and looking at the darkness in front of them with an Initial Martial Poise.

Just a step behind them, the always shy Galina was clenching the handle of her mace, her eyes gazing at the frightful scene with cold braveness.

Lily's faithful, canine companions were also growling menacingly as they instinctively covered both sides of the girl trio.

As for Aiden, he decided to train his sword-fighting skills for a change. Stretched out his right hand, the ornate ebon blade, Rygintarth, suddenly appeared in his palm.

Despite the numbers, and the slight concern the rest of the team seemed to share, he was full of vigor and eagerness. Even though he has worked on his mental state a lot since consuming the Worgen's body all those years back then, he never managed to completely defeat that endless bloodthirst the creature was probably mutated with.

Also, his newest gain, the orcish form, didn't really help his state either. He just couldn't help it… The thought of the upcoming clash was such an addicting crazy thought.

A thin smirk slowly curved up at the edges of his lips.

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For a moment, the scene felt as if they were all in a painting. In a shady, obscurely lit, underground sewage tunnel, a group of five youngsters and their two war hounds were once again facing an almost impossible, incomprehensible challenge.

Surrounding them a thick sea of small, dark-green-skinned bipedal reptilian creatures surrounded them, eying them like the newest prey that willingly walked into their domain.

For that single, but at the same time eternal moment, the imaginary painter's canvas was filled with that underlying 'oomph', that intangible sensation, that 'energy'.

Still, that moment was just like that; an instant. As the second passed away, the scenery instantly changed. A high-pitched war cry echoed in the ring of small, reptilian monsters, and like the aftermath of the biblical moment with that particular parted sea, the surrounding waves ferociously surged towards the 'dry land', the party.

For a moment the girls shivered, trembled with the passing fear. Standing against such a nightmare-inducing scene, wasn't easy on the three maiden's hearts.

Biggy and Sam, however, didn't waste a single second and were the first to jump at the incoming wave.

Each growl, each snap was a chock-full of torn skin, ripped flesh, or organs. Dark Green fluid spewed out from the torn carotid arteries. The lifeless bodies of the viciously murdered reptilian creatures fell one after another. Still, just like with the Sahuagins from yesterday, their deaths made little to no dent in their savage assaults. As one body limply fell to the ground, another instantly took its place.

Their primitive, crude, small javelins and useless little shields served little purpose. Their attacks grazed off the strong bodies and their custom-made leather vests of the two.

Drake was actually the first to react as the battle began. With a lightning-fast motion, his golden blade flashed, slicing through the air, drawing a diagonal arc in the air.