With Blossom leading the way, we move silently through the forest, relying on her senses to locate the stragglers. Her affinity with the wild allows her to detect their presence long before they're aware of ours.
We find our first target: a lone orc that has strayed too far from its group, its eyes scanning the forest for any sign of us. Blossom signals, and we move into position.
Ayame leaps into action first, her blade flashing as she strikes with the precision of a seasoned swordsman. The orc has no time to react before her sword finds its mark, a clean, swift strike that drops it to the forest floor.
Another orc stumbles upon us, drawn by the noise. I dart forward, my spear aimed low, and catch the creature off guard. It howls in pain, but the sound is quickly silenced as Blossom emerges from the shadows, her dagger slicing through the air to deliver the finishing blow.
And just like this, the hunter has become the hunted.
