"Luna."
The Storm Valkyrie looked up at him, violet eyes crackling with barely contained fury. She'd been vibrating with it for the last hour, lightning arcing between her fingers in unstable loops.
"Hunt some monsters for me. If you can't win, come back."
"Huh?"
Kaiden pulled up his overlay and angled the hologram so the girls could see.
Five hundred meters northeast. A migration column of Razorfang Slashers, level seventy-three to eighty-five. Fast, aggressive, pack hunters with serrated forelimbs designed for cutting through armored hide. The Association notes listed them as "high pursuit aggression, will chase fleeing prey until line of sight breaks or a larger threat is encountered."
There were at least forty of them.
Moving in a river of chitin and bladed limbs through a narrow canyon, following the same migration pattern every monster in the deep range had been following for days. Headed north. Toward the convergence.
Luna stared at the overlay.
