The Squall Class beasts spread instinctively, forming a crescent around me, four in front, the alpha observing from behind.
If you're going to watch from all the way back there...
I grinned unwittingly, shifting the axe to my right hand and lowering the blade until its weight hung idle at my side.
The message was clear: Come at me.
The one on my left lunged, faster than its awkward gait suggested, jaws snapping close on my forearm.
The crack of bone pierced the silence.
But it wasn't my bone.
The beast staggered, eyes wide as it fell back, jaw bones and teeth alike all shattered to smithereens. My axe swung down before it could even know confusion.
A clean vertical chop, sharper than anything I'd managed just a day ago. The axe split its skull clean in two, collapsing like a half-sliced loaf of bread at my feet.
[You have killed a Lv.2 Squall-Class Razorfang Hyena.]
My grin widened, and I felt it this time. I reveled in it.
Immunity.
