If this world didn't lack computers and internet, Malin would have flipped out long ago—three hours have passed since they started at noon, and they've caught nothing. This damned forest contained nothing but their own men and dead "different kind"; it was supposed to be a pursuit, but it felt more like fishing in murky waters.
The mercenaries had been grumbling from the start, and Malin thought these guys must have underestimated him and his girls—not that he could blame them, since they'd probably have more respect if they were beaten up daily like the Church's senior apprentices.
But... never mind, pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger is where the fun lies, right?
Harboring such thoughts, Malin perceived a dangerous presence ahead in the woods—subtle, but there. He slowed his pace, noticing his sister had stopped.
Alright, finally caught a big fish.
