"Ha!"
With an angry shout, Mikhail's spear stabbed through the center of the brittle star. And then, he swung it down like a hammer, straight into the outcrop of rock that Amir had risen in the midst of one of his battles.
CRACK! Splash.
The tough outer shell of the beast split open, causing its organs to spill out across the ground.
Mikhail sighed, and looked out at the scenery bathed in the orange light of dusk.
'...Hundreds of these fucking things, at least. I lost count of how many I killed at three hundred seventy eight.'
The ground was splattered with blue blood all over the area, but thanks to Amir's quick thinking, the only plants affected were the mundane ones. He had erected a sort of entombment to protect them, and they had all ensured that none of them trampled the precious resources.
'That must've been all of them…' Mikhail thought as the sound of blue blood dripping to the ground crossed his ears.
