Kenway dashed in front of the Grassland Sprinters, His armor glistened, catching the savanna sun's rays and casting them in every direction.
There was a huge smile on his face. The guy wasn't arrogant, just an optimist, and stupidly optimist at that.
As he appeared before the monsters, those in the trees came down.
Meanwhile, the other pack members, those already on the ground and previously resting in the shade, stirred and rose.
With deliberate, measured strides, they charged at the imposing figure before them.
A direct confrontation wasn't in the Grassland Sprinters' style, but they were the ones being attacked. It wasn't like they could do something about it.
Calvin remained hidden in the grass, but he sent his undead warriors out, trailing behind Kenway, sneaking through the tall blades. Sebastian was right there with them, blending into the tall grass.
