"Grenades! Use grenades!" another soldier yelled, pulling the pin and lobbing one into the fray.
The explosion rocked the chamber, sending shards of chitin flying. Several creatures were torn apart, but it was only a temporary reprieve.
More stepped over the remains of their fallen, undeterred, their movements relentless and unfeeling.
"Fall back!" someone screamed, but there was nowhere to go.
The creatures were everywhere, surrounding them, pushing them back into a shrinking circle.
Lyerin stood at the edge of the battle, his expression unreadable.
His eyes followed every movement, his body shifting only when necessary to evade stray attacks.
He moved with a fluidity that bordered on inhuman, as if he were part of a different reality altogether.
Occasionally, a creature would lunge at him, claws flashing. He would sidestep effortlessly, barely breaking stride.
"Any time you want to jump in!"
