"I'll kill you!"
"Fuck you, Immortal Skye!"
"Just wait until I get my hands on you!"
Hundreds of Qi Sickness-infected people ran up the vivisected mountaintop with bloodshot eyes, declaring their hatred for Immortal Skye.
They held their weapons in their hands, sloppily keeping a grip on them. One would periodically lose control, and they'd accidentally hit the trigger, shooting people in the leg and sending them crashing down the mountain.
The haunting screams from fifteen miles away got louder and louder as the soldiers ran toward the summit. Luckily, trees and boulders created barriers slowing down the east and west side, and the south side fast track was an unstable landslide.
As a result, the soldiers only moved twenty feet before people fell and crashed downward. Nevertheless, they were gaining traction as they clawed their way up.
