The Bone Blade had barely risen half an inch before a vicious, needle-sharp spasm stabbed through the depths of his chest.
"Hss—!"
[Anemia] sucked in a breath. His right hand trembled violently around the blade, and its heavy tip dropped despite him. The quick-eyed Heavy Spearman beside him caught it and braced it firmly.
"All right, Anemia, settle down." The Heavy Spearman looked at his face, whiter than lime, unsure whether to laugh or cry. "Watch the door from the back. Leave this round to us. Just suppress them with your glare."
"I... I was shedding force tactically. Who the fuck said I was charging?"
[Anemia] grumbled stubbornly, but obediently edged half a step back along the stone wall. He looked down at his alloy breastplate, dented into something resembling a rice bowl, and cold sweat broke out across his back. Now that the madness that had driven him to tank a Tier Two monster head-on had passed, every nerve was reporting for duty again. Even a cough felt like sandpaper grinding across his lungs.
Lose another half bowl of blood, and he really would be waiting half an hour to respawn. The door hadn't even opened yet. He couldn't miss out on his share of the loot inside.
The accompanying Hepa Repair Crew was escorted back to a safe fork, while the combat squad spread into a fan before the Blast Door, sealing off the passage.
The noises inside grew increasingly grating.
Rustle... crack!
A crisp snap of bone was followed by spine-chilling sounds of flesh tearing and low growls over contested food.
The Hunter Player pressed against the door seam felt along the weathered gaps until he found a thick sliding iron plate at chest height. With a little pressure from his palm, he pushed it up, opening