Fate Weaver's convergence

V2 C99

"Over you go!"

Myles grunted, planting his spear shaft deep into the chest of a leaping Ootah-raptor.

Creeaa!!!

The tiny dinosaur screeched in pain as the steel spearhead cut deep into its torso. Myles did his best to redirect the monster's momentum, throwing it back over the opposite side of his cart as if it were a seed sack. Spinning around using the same momentum, Myles pressed his spear forward in line with the next raptor.

His periphery was filled with the blur of movement, signaling that Phillipe and Kostyantyn were also engaged. His senses were alright with the now reckless stamping of claws or the chattering and chirping of the pack predator. It was so much at once that he was forced to rely on eyesight alone.

"Avery!"

Myles yelled, turning his spear to the second raptor flying at him. He was slow. However, the creature nearly slammed into him if not for his reflex to turn and throw it aside like the previous one. Its body slammed into the opposite edge of the cart, flopping just over the edge and falling to the ground with a brief yelp.

"I'm in the dark; what can you see?!"

Myles yelled, turning back just in time to take the final raptor of the trio to his chest. Its weight slammed into him, sending him over the same side he'd discarded the previous two.

"Shit!"

Avery yelled, watching the third raptor slam into Myles. The knoll went over the opposite side of the wagon, his labored grunts and the continued screeching signaling that he'd regained his footing, if only barely.

"Myles is off station. Watch your blind spots!"

Avery directed the group, her voice barely echoing over the cacophony of barks and chirps. Her short swords drawn, she reached out with her Slayer-specific skills. With her tempered use of Predatory instinct and Rush of the hunt, she could more clearly discern their situation now that the enemy was roused into action. The pulses and breathing of the roughly two dozen raptors flooded her ears. Vague blurs of their natural mana content marked their positions as they traversed the environment around them.

"Lykos! Several more to our front!"

The Arachne brought herself close to the ground, her thorax raising slightly as she prepared to throw her entire weight into the grouping soon to fall upon them. She got her arms low to protect her underbelly, wary of her relatively large flank when backed away from a tree. Backing up slightly and posting her rear-most legs served some piece of mind to know she wouldn't be encircled wholly. She seemed the entire part of a cornered spider that bore its fangs openly. She had to be, given her lack of protection.

"Understood!"

Lykos prepared himself with Avery's assessment in mind; his processing tools traded for a spear specialized in hunting boar or similar game. Its tip was hooked to each side with a reasonably dull bar, an implement to spare someone from an overly enthused prey that finds itself content with impaling itself as long as it can gore the wielder. It was nearly twice the length of Myles's spear, giving a much greater reach. Regarding protection, he was no more sparse than the rest of the group. Leather bands around his forearms could be used to protect against teeth; however, raptors came equipped with more than one method to wound.

"Come on, I've seen skinks with more spine!"

Lykos took the initiative, planting his feet as he shoved his boar spear forward. Missing narrowly, the Raptor lept for his neck. Bringing his forearm up in time, the small dinosaur found its jaws obstructed by the leather braces. It didn't take much effort for Lykos to slam the Raptor to the ground, but its claws found purchase against his legs.