From their perch, the archers watched in stunned silence as Ethan completely annihilated any scorpion that came into his path.
"Focus!" Marcus shouted, snapping his team back to attention. "Target the one on the left!"
Five arrows struck simultaneously, punching through bronze armour to find vital organs beneath. The scorpion collapsed, black blood pooling in the sand.
'Good,' Ethan thought, glancing at them from the corner of his eyes.
More Scorpions emerged from the burrows, appearing like a seemingly endless stream of chitinous death. But instead of overwhelming Ethan, they simply provided him more resources.
A walking lootbox. That's what I love to see.
A scorpion leapt from an elevated position, trying to land on his back. He caught it mid-air and slammed it into the ground hard enough to create a crater. Another attempted to flank him while he was occupied; he kicked it so hard its body disintegrated on impact.
This is too easy.
Resources Gained:
-> 30 units of wood
