Zander narrowed his eyes as he fixed his gaze on the horde coming straight at them. The chiros did not seem to be acting in a unified manner. They seemed to be half-drunk, or more precisely, half-drugged.
"Wait!" He held up a hand. The SpecTac men hovered in the air, shields up, unmoving.
The chiros were not on raptors. They were flying on their own leathery bat-like wings, in a chaotic flight manner. There was no razor sharp precise formation as they would have been had it been an organized fight.
"These chiros have been disturbed by whatever is in the tunnel. It looks like they are fleeing something."
He had barely finished talking when the thing that the chiros were fleeing came out of the tunnel's maw.
"Holy Mother of the Gods!" One of the SpecTac men gasped. "What the hell is that???"
