Meanwhile, Cyrus and Mira were already in combat with the dysmorphs that poured into their side of the city. The hunter carved through his enemies with swiftness and ease, and Mira shot all of enemies with great precision, from the ones running across rooftops to the ones that dared attempt to pounce on her. After shooting down the last of her enemies. She runs over to regroup with Cyrus. The two of them were scanning the premises rapidly and saw more enemies fastly approaching. Cyrus holds his sword close to him.
“Impressive, Mira,” Cyrus complimented.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” she smiled. “Are you holding up well?”
“I’m in good health,” he replied. “Although with this many dysmorphs appearing so suddenly…”
“You’ve become worried about your sister?”
“Am I that obvious?”
“Cyrene complains about it quite often,” she giggled.
“Perhaps I should work on not being so transparent…”
“You’ll have time to do so once we dispose of the riff raff.”
“YOU GARBAGE THINK YOU CAN STAND IN THE SAME DOMAIN AS ME!!?”
A loud, screeching voice pierced the air. Cyrus and Mira look around for the source of the noise, and see all of the dysmorphs in the surrounding area stops and stands at attention, as a larger, unsightly beast crawls and tramples across the red dirt, arriving at centerstage.
The dysmorph had a wide, skinny, black body with bone and sinew that appeared to be melting off of its frame. Seven appendages were attached to its right side and three and a half were glued poorly to its left. It had one large head, two big eyes, two faces, one facing forward, and the other on the side of its head, facing diagonally upward; but both mouths being thinly connected at the edge of their lips.
Cyrus and Mira had never seen a monstrosity as vile as that. Still, as disgusted as they were, they steeled themselves, showing no signs of faltering.
“Dispose of us? With your meager presence? Surely you jest,” A deep ethereal voice permeated from the smaller face. “A better strategy may be to drop your arms and run. Perhaps then you have a higher chance of being spared.”
Cyrus and Mira exchange a brief glance before redirecting their attention back to the beast.
“Pardon me,” Cyrus said calmly, shaking his head and holding his stance. “I am unaccustomed to seeing my prey speak. And who might we have the displeasure of addressing?”
“IMBECILES! HAVE YOU BEEN ROTTING IN A LICENTIAM PRISON YOUR ENTIRE LIVES?! THE VERY PEOPLE OF THIS SORRY REALM SHUDDER BEFORE MY PRESENCE 𑁋 BEFORE MY NAME! TREMBLE, BEFORE THE AWESOME MIGHT OFFFFF,” The creature expands its arms outwards, standing tall. “THEEEEEEE BEASTMASTERRRRRR!!!”
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