Nestled within the craggy embrace of a mountain slope, Arlo and his companions stumbled upon a grotesque sight - hyenas, their fur slick with corrosive acid. Avena, her voice echoing off the rocky walls, commanded everyone to retreat behind her and Remi.
Arlo, his heart pounding in his chest, positioned himself behind Remi. He stole a quick glance at one of the hyenas, its eyes gleaming with a savage hunger:
[The Beatrice Hyena]
[Bringer of Joy with a hint of acid]
[Common Class Hyena]
[HP: 100]
'One brings Joy, but it's brought grave,' Arlo mused silently.
Heeding Avena's warning that the hyenas detonate with acid upon contact, Arlo kept a low profile, lacking long-ranged weapons and placing his trust in Remi to manage the situation.
Suddenly, Avena cried out, "Arlo, assume Remi's weapons and position."
Arlo was taken aback by Avena's command, and a glance at Remi sent chills down his spine.
