"Stop, who are you people, don't move!!"
The silhouettes in the forest quickly closed the distance between themselves and Fisher's group. In the dense jungle, there was the sound of hooves stepping on gravel, armor plates clashing, and footsteps overlapping. Mikhail's right arm began to glow faintly, but the rapidly rising boundary values in the phosphorescence in front of him made him pause slightly. His right arm quickly dimmed again, becoming an ordinary prosthetic.
Helair yawned with a smile, as if none of this concerned her at all. She moved behind the group to enjoy the scenery.
