The battlefield ignited in chaos as the hunters, confident in their numbers, charged forward. The faint glow of the mages' spells illuminated the forest canopy, casting eerie shadows across the combatants. Gray, standing at the forefront, let out a low growl as his claws extended, gleaming in the dim light.
"You picked the wrong fight," he snarled, his voice a chilling promise.
Dawn wasted no time. He sprinted on all fours, a blur of red fur and sharp motion, targeting one of the archers who had an arrow notched and ready. The archer released, but Dawn's reflexes were too quick. He rolled to the side, springing back up with his knives slicing through the air.
"Too slow," Dawn quipped, his blade catching the archer's bowstring mid-release, snapping it cleanly. He followed up with a spinning kick, his fox tail whipping as the hunter crashed to the ground, disarmed and dazed.
