As the wagon surged forward, the Motarus chasing behind it matched its speed. The pathway was bumpy and unsteady causing it to move up and down.
From the shadows of the trail, more beasts began to emerge, gathering in numbers as they relentlessly hunted their prey. With weapons drawn, Xorran and Pawn struck at every Motarus that managed to leap close enough to sink its teeth into the wagon’s edge. The creatures were starving, feral, and only a minute away from overtaking them. These hungry beasts were a minute away from catching up to them.
"This won't do!” Pawn exclaimed, driving his boot into the face of a beast that had lunged forward, its jaws snapped dangerously close and it threatened to bite him.
"They're increasing in number!” Kerry was filled with worry and fear, looking at
