Ji didn’t have to be told twice. He immediately rolled off his cot, falling on the ground with a grunt. His veins burst alight with power as Ji looked up, squinting to find the shooter, but came up with nothing. As his blades materialized, Ji crawled with grimaces of pain hopefully out of the shooter’s line of sight.
“A sniper, great,” he muttered, brushing off debris off his hoodie. “What we need now is––”
His comment was cut short as laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls.
“My my my,” a voice said, dripping with laughter. “When she said that they were desperate, she wasn’t kidding. An abandoned hospital! The one that’s taboo to step in!!” The voice howled with laughter.
“Dear brother,” another voice said, “you know terrorists have no standards.”
Two figures stepped from the shadows, both wearing the same twisted grin. They were Corhic, and it was almost too hard to tell which part of Corhes they hailed from, till the older one ran his tongue over his sharpened canines. The male radiated wild energy, his twisted grin becoming larger as he looked over the people in there. The female had a hand on her hip, her calmness off-setting the male’s wildness.
“You think they’d mind?” the man asked, his stance becoming loose as his laughter filled the room.
“No, brother––” She raised a hand and flicked her fingers forward, corpses of different shapes and sizes appearing from the shadows, lunging towards the group “––I don’t think they do.”
The brother’s grin grew as he lunged forward, knives flashing in his hands.