Ben grinned, baring his teeth. The Ravagers circled, growling low, their bodies tense. Their spine glow in rhythm communicating with each other.
Ben moved first. His foot dug into the dirt—then he was gone. A blur. A shadow streaking across the battlefield. The closest Ravager barely had time to react before his pickaxe smashed through its skull.
CRACK!
Its body went limp instantly, blood spraying as he ripped the weapon free. The next Ravager snapped at his flank. Ben twisted, its fangs missing by inches. Before it could recoil, he drove his knee up, crushing its throat with a sickening CRUNCH. The creature gagged, staggered—then his foot slammed down on its skull, finishing the job.
The others attacked. Four at once. Ben's Adaptive Muscles flexed, shifting. His body moved with perfect efficiency. Duck. Twist. Step left. Pivot.
CLANG!
