"Remember guys, we have orders to kill them all. No one lives or escapes!"
"Roger!" Everyone said unanimously—everyone except for Kyle that is.
The hissyrs were not weak at all, perhaps one could even say expertly coordinated, as after Cat stabbed one of them, they all quickly ran to specific spots around their small camp, while those that were far from Wolf started shooting him with their spit. A substance strong enough to c***k and
slightly cave in solid stone.
Cat was able to avoid every spit bullet they shot at him, however, as he disappeared into the ground; his shadow that was left behind, just started crawling across to the other side of the camp.
And as soon as all the hissyrs were busy and had all their backs turned, Wolf raised his hand and ordered them to proceed with the
