"Dravus?" grunted one of the warriors, stunned, before receiving a searing spear blow that forced him back.
Dravus didn't reply. He simply struck with murderous efficiency, deflecting spears and piercing armor with icy ease. Every movement was precise, every blow delivered with the calculated force of an accomplished warrior.
The human mercenaries, too, froze for a moment at the sight of a Dravak fighting alongside them.
At the same time, sensing the strange situation, all the Dravaks retreated.
"What the hell is this?"
"A Dravak helping us?"
"I thought they all despised us?"
...
The murmuring continued until a Shibuya squad captain shouted:
"Stay focused!"
After all, since they didn't understand the Dravaks' language, they couldn't sense when the situation was about to explode again.
If they reacted too late, it could mean dozens of lives lost.
But on the Dravak side, it was another matter entirely.
