"War Drive?" Jake repeated, puzzled, as he drove a straight front kick into what he assumed was the nose of an abomination that looked like a mongoose crossed with a cockroach.
His foot sank into the creature's skull. The thing stood a little over a meter tall, and the sheer force of the impact snapped the back of its head against its shoulder blades with a sickening crack. The strange elasticity of its bone structure had nonetheless allowed it to avoid immediate decapitation.
Jake's expression hardened when he realized a single blow hadn't been enough.
The things throwing themselves at him with suicidal frenzy were getting tougher by the minute. In large enough numbers, these abominations could give a power-less Oracle Guardian a real headache.
In other words, an eight-Ordeal Player.
Freshly promoted ones, of course. Eighth-Ordeal Evolvers without special abilities weren't as rare as one might think… but they certainly weren't common either.
