The suppression collars clicked off with a sharp, synchronized hiss.
Three shapes exploded from the darkness of the opened panels. Soren's stance shifted instinctively, his weight dropping as the Ironwood spear settled into a two-handed grip. His eyes tracked the movement, categorizing each threat in the span of a heartbeat.
'Vorpal Hares.'
The creatures were rabbit-like in silhouette, roughly the size of large dogs, but any resemblance to prey ended there. Their hind legs were coiled muscle beneath patchy grey fur, built for explosive lunges. Jagged, rodent-like incisors glinted under the harsh lights, and their eyes, six each arranged in asymmetrical clusters, locked onto him with feral hunger.
One circled left. Another right. The third hung back, its many eyes blinking out of sync.
Soren didn't wait for them to coordinate.
