"Are we going to fight?" Kiwi asked.
If it were just him, he would've already bolted straight for the inn. He believed his escape and evasion skills enough for that. But now, he was part of a group. Bob and Alan were reliable, sure. But Liam? Liam was the problem. He had no combat capabilities, yet he was essential to the plan. They had to keep him safe, at least until they reached the ancient weapon site.
The gorilla pounded the ground with both fists and began digging up another massive chunk of earth, preparing to hurl it at them again.
The centipede was now crawling along the street toward them, its segmented, red-and-black body writhing with every slither. Behind them, monsters began scaling the rooftops, dozens of them.
They were surrounded.
I looked at Bob and Kiwi, searching their faces for a decision. Liam was lying beneath me, I was still shielding him.
Bob scanned the area. The situation was dire. His grip tightened on my gunblade.
