River, with a swift kick, sent a Ragler sprawling backwards. The creature responded with an aggravated growl. Without a moment's hesitation, River made a decisive slash, cleanly severing the creature's head. The detached head rolled across the sandy shore, coming to a stop as it was met by the gentle lapping of water's edge.
To their fortune, not all the Raglers were in a frenzied charge towards them. While Loid diligently worked on the boat, Nicole spared him a fleeting glance, her lips curling into a faint smile, possibly in admiration of his focus amidst the chaos.
Kokka shouldered the rifle, critically assessing the group of Raglers before them. In a sudden, unsettling turn of events, the menacing group ceased their movements, standing eerily still. Sensing the shift in atmosphere, River exchanged a puzzled look with Kokka. Something felt amiss.
