Thick, jagged, and crushingly strong, the hell bear's jaws promised to shatter bone with a single snap.
With smirks playing on their lips, the captains gave the command, and the monsters lunged forward on all fours, charging straight at the Fools.
Medora stood firm. "Go for the captains, Day. We'll handle the monsters."
Daylan glanced at Medora and Astara. Both nodded in unison.
He braced himself as he watched them charge toward the hell bears.
Darkness and everything within it recognize me as one of their own. Then let's overwhelm these motherfuckers.
With a single step, Daylan was upon one of the captains, his dagger aimed for the man's head—but it was as if the captain knew his move before Daylan himself did.
He dodged effortlessly with a smile, and in that instant, Daylan moved to follow up with another strike—but something made him pull back, instinctively retreating to put a safe distance between them.
