"I hope Sergeant Boris can get here soon!" Jim tightened his grip on his D200 Assault Rifle and said in a low voice.
Although he was experienced, he wasn't a professional soldier, let alone a professional hunter. Most of the time, his trips out of the city were more for recreation and exercise.
That was why he and his companions hadn't paid attention to how much ammunition they were using.
With luck, their remaining ammunition might still be enough to kill a Larva.
As he spoke, the ground suddenly began to tremble, leaving the group struggling to keep their balance.
At the same time, the soil beneath their feet began to churn. David sensed that something was wrong again.
He reached behind his back, and two Longswords gleaming with a faint blue light leaped neatly into his hands.
Two spikes had just emerged from the soil when, before they could reach David's feet, two flashes of blue light sliced them in half.
A Larva's piercing shriek came from underground. Then one burst out of the soil, its ugly head turning toward David, who had wounded it. Its black eyes fixed on him.
But it didn't keep staring for even half a second. David's Level 2 Longsword split its head open, revealing the green tissue inside.
Just as David dealt with his own trouble, he heard a cry of pain.
He looked over. Dequincy held his D15 Shotgun in front of him with one hand. A spike had pierced through the weapon. He'd managed to block one spike, but the other had stabbed him in the thigh.
The blood on his white trench coat stood out starkly. The spike was pulling back out of his thigh, readying itself for a second attack.
David pushed off the ground. The Long Sword Mastery