Adam reacted immediately.
The nearest puppet lunged, its clawed fingers streaking toward his chest.
He sidestepped the strike in a swift motion, his blade cutting through its shoulder.
But the creature didn't even flinch.
Its head twisted at an unnatural angle, body bending in ways that should've snapped bone, and it kept attacking as if nothing had happened.
Adam clicked his tongue.
Behind him, a panicked yell rang out.
One of the Hunters had failed to deflect a puppet's strike.
The creature's claws tore through his defenses, raking across his armor and sending him flying back.
His body skidded across the cracked stone, blood splattering onto the ground.
He groaned, struggling to push himself up.
Adam didn't even turn to look.
"I already informed you earlier!"
He yelled.
"Don't let them touch you! Stay in your assigned formation and make sure they don't break past Loraine!"
His voice was sharp, but he didn't waste time scolding them further.
