“Better get out of the way unless you want to get trampled,” he stated.
Arcturus moved aside and I scrambled to retrieve my weapon. Cantrell and Hiro approached me with Athew in tow. Arcturus was right. It had been lucky I moved, because behind him came Vayne and his crew of mini-Vayne's, rushing from the woods. Vayne gripped a pistol in each hand, firing upon the skiffs with fine-tuned precision and cool calculation. His crew, however, was nothing more than an uncoordinated band of hooligans. They fired wildly and shouted random obscenities to no one in particular. They seemed to be present more for distraction and intimidation than anything else. Their shots were random, hitting nothing but sky, ground, and tree.
Arcturus charged the nearest skiff. He lifted his hammer and brought it d
