The Mighty Stronghold

[Jeron Verity]

[member="Lord Ajihad"]


Galven kept in Cutter's cover, glancing around and watching the soldiers firing and Viskis firing off his weapon until it all got quiet again. "At one point, they're visible, and another point, they aren't. It's like the Bothan's ability... Either way, it sounds like, whatever they are, they've given us a moment to breathe. They are probably thinking of another plan. But I believe it's safe to say they are merely creatures, the gap of silence back there, it must be the territory line, it's why we didn't come across any Chompers. We're not equipped for this, we need firing squads." Galven gave a huff, a breathed chuckle as he looked back at Cutter. "New deal, let's retreat to the ships, I'll pay you to come back and slaughter these creatures, and you can keep their bodies, hides, whatever, maybe you can make a use out of them, they may fetch a price. Sound good?"

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[member="Galven Solomon"]

As Cutter saw his men being torn down one by one, he knew Galven was making the right call. If they spent much longer there, they'd all be dead soon enough. He waved his hand, and his men began sprinting towards the direction of the exit. Cutter personally remained by his client at all times to ensure his safety as they ran. He fired off a few warning shots every once and a while to ward off predators, until they finally made it out. Panting, the mercenary pulled out his flask. That had been intense to say the least.​