Chapter 17: Hunting trip (2)
More wolves revealed themselves this time, and their numbers were even more overwhelming. From a quick count, Arah saw almost fourteen, and he could already spot more approaching in the distance. He gripped his spear tightly and shifted back into a fighting stance.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound rang out from behind. He turned and spotted a flood of bees heading in their direction.
The most notable feature of the bees was their bodies—each one made of water and nearly the size of a clenched fist.
"Don’t worry, I’ll keep some of them busy! I won’t kill them, though!" Iane’s voice called out from somewhere in the trees behind.
Arah watched the bees in motion as they flew into the wolves, harassing and distracting them.
’Guess he doesn’t want our first battle to be too overwhelming...’
Every time Arah killed a wolf, he threw a glance toward the rest of his team.
Sofise’s quiver was still full. She only shot when she saw an opening, carefully timing each arrow. Occasionally, she provided cover for the others when she saw a wolf slipping through.
Tarese and her soul beast had a remarkable level of teamwork. While she was busy killing a wolf, her soul beast distracted others and covered her blind spots. The two of them were eliminating wolves at a fast, fluid pace—but it was clear she was starting to get exhausted. Understandably so, as she had to both fight and serve as the team’s scout. It was mentally draining, though nothing a bit of experience couldn’t fix.
The most surprising one, however, was Terent.
He was taking on more wolves than even Arah. Despite his small build and slightly malnourished appearance, every single hit he landed was packed with power. Arah saw him punch a wolf’s skull until it exploded into bits. He moved with precision and ruthlessness, so much so that it was hard to believe this was the same shy person he had been.