Chapter 13: Skitters and Swamphogs
"Formation!" Songred ordered, hands extended forward and clenched into fists with circular petals gleaming around them. His Lotus Direwolf growled, the petals around its neck flaring with silver light.
Anson shot Moffrey a puzzled glance. "Formation? What formation?"
"You never said anything about a formation."
Songred’s eyes snapped backwards. "What? You don’t know the basic Rift Clearing formation?"
The two Strikers looked at each other again, lost for words and unsure what to do.
"Move aside." They heard Padva’s voice from behind them.
Anson stepped clear as she lunged forward into attack, her long feet hitting the ground noiselessly as her Doomsday Panther slipped into shadow.
"Hah!" she cried, drawing her bow from her waist and grabbing an arrow from her quiver in a motion of perfect fluidity. The baton retracted just in time to a bow and she nocked the arrow, then launched it into the approaching horde of Moss Skitters.
Boom!
A small explosion of purple sent metallic carapaces of Moss Skitters flying in the air. Padva’s Panther reappeared behind a group of the Skitters and sunk its young claw right into their bodies, crushing them to pulp.
Everyone stared, momentarily stunned