The herd of strange raptors were watching their prey motionlessly.
Their skin was thick and fleshy, muscles were blatantly on display in their legs and each had a storm of purple flames ominously engulfing their figure.
"The plan is to survive." Julius announced.
"S-should we run?" Ricky mumbled, his sword trembling in his grip.
Yevian stared at him tiredly. "These guys are weak, relax."
The group dared not make a move. Each just held their chosen weapons close to their bodies.
Julius' eyes darted back and forth. Any moment now, the beasts would charge, and blood would spill.
Like it had been waiting for this exact moment, the raptor standing at the front lifted its head, flesh wounds on its neck flapped around as a shrill shriek crashed out from its long, freaky mouth.
"TAAAAAAAAA."
Julius' ears panged with a strange zing when they met with the sound.
He felt a strange force weigh on his heart, as if he couldn't believe this was reality.
