They immediately knew they were the dangers the whistle blower had warned about and seeing that they hadn't returned even though they had already decided to meet at the edge of the jungle, in case of an emergency.
They knew they were already dead.
But even leaving those dead guys aside, they had realized that they were completely boxed in.
Behind them stood the solid, unyielding wall of the Veynar veteran vanguard; in front of them stood the black reaper who had already butchered their companions.
As if on a single, silent cue born from pure survival instinct, the seven stalkers didn't try to form a coordinated spear-wall.
They scattered.
They exploded outward in seven completely different directions, their multi-jointed legs launching their lanky bodies into desperate sprints.
They tried to twist their torsos mid-air, attempting to scramble past Sol and Thauren's flanks since they knew they couldn't pass the heavy block of the Veynar warriors behind them.
