Chapter 24 egdirB
The satyr suddenly exhaled and then inhaled deeply.
"Shoot it now!" Britta shouted as she tried to pull out her own gun.
Fiora and Rohan both shot at the same time, but the satyr blinked away. It appeared a couple meters away from the spot it was standing as it stopped inhaling and screamed hard enough to break windows.
Rohan covered his ears as he felt pain and a tingling sensation. He could still hear Britta scream.
"FUCKER" As she gritted her teeth and shot at the satyr but it dodged away again.
You could feel the scream resonate in your bones and all of them were holding their hands on their ears except for Britta who was now bleeding from her nose and ears.
The satyr disappeared again after looking at Rohan. He was trying to calm down as his heart was beating loudly.
"Th… The bridge. Watch the bridge" He called out. The whole team was out of line after one hit, but the biggest problem was still coming. All the stragglers on the bridge would have heard that scream and they weren't moving slowly anymore.
Rohan looked over at the bridge and saw all of the stragglers running towards the group. They looked angry as the ran over each other in a frenzy. Whatever that scream was, the satyrs hated it more.
The rest of the team got up, they were still dizzy and had to recover. Fiora was the first to react as she grabbed her guns and started shooting at the satyrs. Her aim was off, by a big shot. The scream from before damaged their balance organ in the ears. Aiming would be hard, but with such a large group missing was also difficult.
Rohan got up and aimed his gun, running would be pointless. The satyrs were way quicker than them. Pulling the trigger Rohan fired at the satyrs, releasing quick bursts of fire and changing targets quickly.
He hoped that the satyrs would get scared seeing many of them die, but they just kept on going after them.
Only Fiora, Jan and Rohan could fight them from a distance. The rest did not have long ranged weapons, and Leslie was not much use outside of guiding.
Many satyrs fell down, but there were at least a hundred coming for them, and even more on the way with the satyrs at the end of the bridge needing more time.
He heard a constant stream of messages flood his ears.
[You have slain Satyr]
[Experience earned]
[You have slain Satyr]
[Experience earned]
[You have slain Satyr]
[Experience earned]
[Level increased]
[You have slain Satyr]
[Experience earned]
[You have slain Satyr]
[Experience earned]
[You have slain Satyr]
[Experience earned]
Rohan saw Ragnar and Britta go to the front of the team while Leslie had stayed with Jan at the back. Leslie did have a gun, but wasn't used to firing it.
Fiora kept on emptying her mags as she brought down many of the satyrs. Britta had told him that her skill was very versatile and almost for any situation, but it had some big downsides. But the person that took most credits was Jan, every shot he took, a satyr would fall down in sync. His skill allowed him improved sight and accuracy whenever he would stand or sit in the same spot for a longer period.
The satyrs were getting closer, only a hundred meters before they would reach them. They had already taken down at least 50 of them, as Rohan kept taking more down he felt his levels increase. Switching out for his last mag he had to be sparing as he saw Ragnar put on his brass knuckles.
'At least someone is excited' He thought to himself as Ragnar smashed his fist on each other, sparks flying from the brass knuckles.
Rangar punched the ground twice and activated his skill, his hands were covered in earthen and stone spikes, being reinforced with the brass knuckles. Such a skill wouldn't be much use for anyone else.
Britta joined Ragnar as she took out both her axes and spun them in her hands to show off. Her blue tattoos became more colorful as she joined Ragnar. Leslie finally started to pull his own weight as well, taking down a couple of satyrs.
Rohan fired out the last rounds of the submachine gun. Throwing away the gun he took out his sword. 'It's best if I join up Ragnar and Britta, there are a couple dozen satyrs left, we can take this'
"SLOWLY MOVE BACK" Britta shouted as she took on the first few satyrs. She was an absolute menace on the field.
She swung the axes around her and took two satyrs down quickly.
Ragnar matched her on the side smashed a satyr head first into the ground. Rohan quickly dashed towards them to cover their side. The satyrs were starting to surround them.
Rohan activated his skill and made his sword red glowing hot, he could last for a couple minutes. He heard bullets fly next to them from Fiora, Jan and Leslie.
Ragnar tried to stop the satyrs from advancing but couldn't hold them all back. Three managed to quickly pass him. Rohan jumped in and blocked the first satyr that tried to jump on Ragnar's back.
Rohan slashed the satyrs chest as he heard its skin burn and blood boil. It had a deep gash on its chest and couldn't fight anymore. The other two came at Rohan from the side instead of going for Ragnar.
Rohan couldn't jump back, so he shoulder bashed the left satyr. Turning his hands for an upwards swing. He swung it diagonally up, trying to split the satyr in two parts. He felt soft resistance and then warm blood spraying over his arms. He managed to cut 30 centimeters into the satyr.
It was losing lots of blood but still had fighting spirit. The satyr grabbed Rohan's arms as it held him close. It was stronger than Rohan was, and the second satyr was now closely behind him.