Raising my fist, the edge of the circle gets blown to bits, and the snouts of each Vol curl, creating a frightening scene of angry beasts ahead of me.
They move fast, snarls and barks reach my ears but not before their horrible stench.
Paws barely touch the ground, they don't come directly for me, splitting into two groups intended to surround me.
With the agility of an apex predator along with the cunning to hunt as a pack, these things are dangerously intelligent.
Dust rises when the explosions detonate with two seconds in between each loud 'bang', catching the Vol in the blast radius as they run quickly my way.
Much to my surprise they spread out and keep running, out of the pack of sixteen, half came after me while the others stayed to maul the unfortunate crowd in the center.
Two make it past the carnage and are within ten yards of me when they leap, one coming from above and the other from below.
