From the field of tall grasses, Elliot prowled and took the nearest route towards the backlines. He then shifted his back against the near opening of the cave; he could read the wind howls from it so turbulent it rang his ears.
He took a peek at Anasthasia, who was somewhere on his opposite side. Michael and the rest took a detour off the path.
The three men strolled closer but stopped when they turned their heads to the side and saw a glimpse of a glinting silhouette; her curves slowly vanished past the thicket. Their curiosity got the best of them as they started to approach slowly.
Elliot tried to mimic their movements, masking alongside them. Thud by thud, he got closer, and he took a quick strike when Anasthasia cast a blob of amorphous ice that splattered on their faces.
However, they started to show signs of retaliation that one twisted around and threw back a punch, but he was one second late as Elliot took a grip and crumpled its knuckles.
