Shu stepped around the corner, bat resting on his shoulder, and whistled.
All four pigs lifted their heads at once, blood dripping from their snouts. Their yellow eyes locked onto him, and the nearest one let out a low, guttural growl.
"Yo," he said, tilting his head. "That's my breakfast you're eating."
The first pig charged without hesitation, hooves pounding the cracked asphalt. It was fast, way faster than the ones he remembered from his first day, but compared to the Bloodroot Brutes or the Crimson Tyrant, this thing was moving in slow motion.
He sidestepped clean, letting the pig's momentum carry it past him, then brought the bat down across the back of its skull. The impact cracked loud enough to echo off the buildings, and the pig dropped mid-stride, sliding across the ground before coming to a stop.
'One hit,' he thought, staring at the corpse. 'That's it?'
