The four companions stand back-to-back in the protective circle as the rioters close in around them all tossing horns, bared fangs, glowing eyes and clacking beaks. Bad Dog roars like a wild animal. Akantha hisses at an enormous jotun that looms out of the shadows. Helga throws a punch at a long-horned satyr who ventured too close. Kat’s hands ignite with fireballs.
The automaton guards look on, defeated. They are helpless against such sorcery. The commander turns to a subordinate and barks an order, one reserved for only the most desperate circumstances: “We have a Code 616, send in the beasts!”
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