The ground rumbled beneath his boots as the next wave came crawling in.
This time, it was the Crawlers.
Unlike the Jumpers, they weren't fast—but their ability move sideways were top notch.
They darted side to side, moving low, changing direction in a blink. Hard to pin down. Harder to hit.
Luck stepped back, narrowed his eyes, and planted his stance.
One came from the left—he slashed it down.
Two more from the front—he parried, spun, and caught them both in a wide arc.
But another slipped past.
Its claw reached for his leg, almost caught it—but he leapt back just in time.
"Tch... annoying little freaks."
Another wave lunged. He ducked, rolled forward, and countered fast—his sword slicing through one's chest as the others scattered.
Their coordination was brutal. Always circling, never rushing alone. A pack mentality.
He gritted his teeth, feeling the pressure mount.
For every one he killed, more filled the space.
"Fine..."
He took a slow breath.
