She laughed.
Then she ran.
Storm exploded through her legs and she launched back the way she’d come, the canyon blurring past her in streaks of black and grey. Behind her, the Razorfang column poured out of the canyon mouth like water from a broken dam, forty sets of bladed limbs chewing through the distance with the mindless, relentless speed of creatures that had evolved to chase prey until it died.
Luna was slower, but not slow enough that she couldn’t make use of her headstart. While running, she kept sending sparks of lightning back, more so to trigger their senses with the flashy show than to hurt them, receiving loud, hostile snarls in response.
Luna grinned. She needed them angry. She needed them committed.
Five hundred meters had never felt so short.
The basin came into view. The sounds hit her first. The Colossus roaring. Metal on stone. Chinedu’s voice cutting through chaos. And beneath it all, the rising panic of people who’d just realized their fight had a timer on it.
Luna crested the ridge at full speed.
Below, the scene was exactly what she’d expected. The Colossus blocked the southern exit, still raging, still unkillable. Chinedu’s squad had pulled into a tight defensive cluster, shields up, trying to find a way around the creature’s bulk. Ash was screaming at someone. Brittany was bleeding.
Luna sailed over the basin’s edge, airborne for a full second before gravity pulled her down.
Chinedu looked up.
Luna extended her middle finger at him as she flew past.
Ash’s head snapped toward her.
She gave him one too.
Then she hit the ground on the far side of the basin, rolled, and kept running, threading through a gap between the Colossus’s tail and the basin wall.
Behind her, the first Razorfang Slashers poured over the ridge.
Then the second wave.
Then the third.
Forty pack hunters crested the basin’s edge and found fourteen fighters already engaged with a level eighty Colossus, bleeding, exhausted, and boxed in.
The Slashers screamed.
They charged.
Luna burst through the far side of the basin and scrambled up the slope, boots slipping on loose stone, Storm keeping her ahead of the fastest Slashers by mere seconds. Two of them locked onto her, bladed limbs carving gouges in the rock where her feet had been a heartbeat earlier.
She looked up.
There he was.
Kaiden stood on the ridge high above the basin, silhouetted against the sky with his arms folded. The dark halo above his head pulsed with hostile light.
His girls surrounded him. Aria stood at the edge, silver hair catching the light. Nyx had her eyes tracking Luna’s arrival with open interest. Bastet hadn’t moved from her spot, golden eyes half-lidded with feline satisfaction.
And there was Calypso, grinning ear to ear, practically bouncing on her feet as she watched the carnage unfold below.
Luna’s eyes locked onto Nyx.
"Fatty! I need a lift!"
Nyx looked down at her.
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