Suddenly, the forest around them seemed to come alive. Pairs of glowing red eyes, like hot coals in the dim light, flickered into existence between the trees. Dozens of them.
Lean, dark shapes emerged silently from the undergrowth. Red-Eyed Jackals. Smaller than the Mastiff, but faster, and working as a pack. They had been watching, waiting, respecting the Beast General's hunt. Now, permission was granted. Their crimson eyes locked onto Lucian atop the tower, dripping with hunger. Low growls rumbled from their chests, mouths drooling as they bared sharp teeth, eager to tear him down.
"Come on then!" Lucian's voice was cold, calm. He gripped the T9's controls tighter. The cannon swiveled smoothly, ready for the next wave.
The Jackals didn't hesitate. A wave of them surged forward, dark blurs streaking across the ground!
Lucian's eyes scanned the pack. He saw one jackal lower its body slightly, muscles tensing just before it leaped. Target locked.
"BANG!"
