‘Yacha’—it was a storm worthy of that ferocious name.
Blades stabbing from every side. Choi Dawit’s clothes were torn away. In the rain, blood of a vivid color sprayed as the crouching beast swept her leg.
The instant the enemies, struck low, lost their balance, the veins on her wrist stood taut. The sword she swung with a crack carved her foes.
“Narrow the net!”
“The opponent is just one! Hold your positions!”
「Don’t think of it as holding a sword. Dawit, that method doesn’t suit you.」
‘■Damn it, then what? I told you this crap makes me uncomfortable!』
「Claws.」
White Bird, after a moment’s thought, spoke.
「Hunters don’t all have to hunt the same way. You have splendid claws, don’t you? Think of it as having one more.」
Bite, rake, swallow.
Without mercy.
As a predator does.
Ssshhhhhh—!
In the dark rain, Choi Dawit’s eyes gleamed red.
Enemies closing in a ring fought to steady minds on the verge of being overwhelmed.
“…Don’t forget today’s resolve—
to kill, and be killed!”
Uwaaaagh! With their battle cry, the ring collapsed inward as if sucked toward the very…