Arthur didn't pause.
Another spear formed in his hand, then another right after it, each one sharper than the last as they spun into shape. He released them one after the other, and every strike found its mark with almost unfair precision.
Bodies dropped in quick succession.
There were no explosions this time, no loud bursts to draw attention... just quiet, efficient kills that thinned the numbers steadily.
"Behind you," Althea warned.
Arthur stepped aside without even turning.
The wolf that had lunged at him passed through the space he had just occupied..
And collapsed a second later with a spear driven clean through its chest.
"Thanks," he said lightly.
"Stay sharp," she replied.
The fight stretched on.
But something began to change.
What started as survival slowly settled into rhythm.
Calls came faster now, sharper, more instinctive.
"Right side!"
"I see it!"
"Cover me!"
"Go!"
