The shorter, gray-tailed male fox stepped forward, his eyes milky with age but sharp with indignation. "You have been warned, Trickster. This land is sealed against your kind."
Hana didn't wait for him to finish his speech. She didn't have time for the monologues of 'Elders' who lived in the dirt and against development while she was trying to rebuild a world.
"Raiden, get back," Hana said, her voice dropping into that flat, dangerous tone that signaled she was stepping into a combat zone.
She reached into her tactical harness and pulled out a sleek, black baton—an Aegis-brand high-voltage stun rod. Great for drying zombies brains but this time, she wasn't fighting zombies so she'll play nice and not render them more stupid than they already are.
With a flick of her wrist, it extended, the tip crackling with a vicious, blue electric arc that hissed against the damp air of the Ravine.
