"Don't give me that look, I'm fighting with all my power!"
The Jumper recoiled as if my gaze were a physical sting. He claimed to be exhausting himself, but I knew better. Up until now, he had been coasting on the momentum of my Bulltors. He was about to be truly tested, and I was the one who was going to set the parameters of that test.
He positioned himself at the front, carefully maintaining a gap between us. I remained slightly behind with a few shield warriors, while the Bulltors acted as a living thresher, reaping the monsters with a grim, rhythmic efficiency.
Looking at the sea of red-eyed variants, I realised that without this army of loyal warriors, I wouldn't have survived the first ten minutes of this quest.
The red light in the sky intensified to an alarming frequency, pulsing like a dying star. It was the final warning. There was no time left for diplomacy or "fair" participation. I looked at the Jumper, then at the sky, and finally at my Bulltors.
