Galacta asked eagerly, "Where is Roaring Valley?"
Claire blinked and replied, "Right here."
Before Claire finished speaking, war drums suddenly thundered around them. Then a horde of thugs came roaring in from the distance on motorcycles.
Before the thugs even arrived, a rocket trailing a long plume of exhaust hurtled toward Andrew and the others. Galacta immediately pulled Claire out of the way.
Andrew kicked Death away and used the recoil to launch himself backward. A moment later, the rocket exploded between them with a deafening boom, sending dirt and weeds flying.
"Run!"
Claire was so frightened that she dashed forward, but to her astonishment, no one else followed.
Andrew, Galacta, and Death all wore cold smiles. Run? There was no need. Earlier, against the hippos, they had had no choice. They were ill-prepared, and an entire herd had appeared at once. How were they supposed to fight that?
Now, things were completely different. These thugs were only human. Even with motorcycles, guns, and rockets, they posed little trouble for the three of them.
What, they were unarmed? Easily solved. They could just take the enemy's weapons.
"Want to see who can kill the most?"
Andrew raised his hands in surrender as he spoke. Galacta quipped, "You really do talk the toughest while acting like the biggest coward."
Despite saying that, Galacta also raised her hands in surrender, as did Death. The reason was simple: lure them closer before killing them.
Before raising his hands, Death took two throwing darts from his bag and hid them in his sleeves. He was a weapons expert, after all.
Although Claire did not understand what the three were doing, she came back and raised her hands in surrender when she saw everyone else doing it.
Seeing the four surrender, the thugs stopped shooting.