"Retreat to the centre," Rakh Veera shouted, hurriedly pacing back, confusing the Floating Spiders that had prepared themselves for a confrontation. "Don't give them what they need. Always keep the initiative with us."
His team kept pace with him, retreating without a commotion, pacing his footsteps with synchronised coordination. They soon arrived at a wide place, one that they had arrived at first. It was currently vacant, with everyone having headed somewhere, possibly fighting their way towards a goal.
Rakh Veera curled his thumb and index finger, placing them in his mouth, and puffing his cheek. A whistling sound echoed, coursing through the rocky terrain. The sound echoed off the hard surfaces, its momentum unhindered for a while before dispersing to the extent inaudible to the ears.
