Johnquis had finally figured it out…the game the Digger was playing.
He turned to Dancer. "You too. Slash through. Don't go deep, go sideways. Diagonal. Hit the thinner walls. I don't care how, just carve a way out. We're done going down. We go through now."
Savier clicked his shotgun open. "I assume there's a reason we're going rogue digger mode?"
Johnquis nodded. "The Digger's the one reshaping everything. Kill it, and the whole nest collapses into chaos. No control. No redirection. No more traps."
Dancer's claws flexed. She understood.
Savier grinned wide. "Alright. We're done playing pinball."
Johnquis drew his blade. "Let's see how the architect handles demolition."
They each stood at the edge of their chosen hole. Eyes locked, weapons ready, breath held.
Savier gave his shotgun an affectionate pat. "Hey, just saying—if I get stuck in a wall, I'm haunting your ass, Johnkiss."
Johnquis smirked faintly. "If you get stuck, you're digging your own grave."
