The sun was in the mid-sky and was not glaring enough through the chaos wall, but far better than the nights. The seven freshmen with sunken eyes stood in each one's designated places, waiting for the moles to arrive. Dealing with moles in the day turned out to be much easier than night when they had to rest all their hope in mana sense that had not even reached the required level yet. For most of them, that was true.
None spoke, only exchanged glances among them and waited for the damn moles to appear. The first one appeared in the middle assaulting where the four stood quite closely. But the mole did not get what it wanted, but a sweep of a sword. Lara swung her long sword in a half arc and almost sliced the moles entirely. Though her aim was a little off, the result was just the same.
Darkish purple blood sprayed in the air as the lifeless corpse of the mole fell to the ground.
