Isaac moved again, darting through narrow gaps with clean movements. He ducked a claw, drove a sickle into a soft under-arm, then kicked off the body and backflipped into open space.
"Pin from the sides."
The swarm split, circling the boars and lizards like hunting dogs.
But something else changed.
The swarm shifted.
Not just in movement, but in purpose.
Isaac's eyes sharpened as the locusts broke apart into groups, each cluster flowing with eerie coordination.
Hopper let out a sharp chirp and took flight, rising above the chaos, his wings humming with focus.
Small units followed his lead, breaking into formation squads, each one hovering like a stormcloud over designated paths.
The first group peeled off to the left.
The second group rose to the canopy.
The third tunneled low, dragging debris behind them like bait.
A flank from the left.
A pincer from above.
A feint to bait one golem into a shallow pit the swarm had carved open.
