They ran... like prey. Their boots slammed against broken stone as Bahamut's group tore through the ruined streets of Farronhold, vaulting over shattered carts, collapsed roofs, and the bodies of buildings that had long since stopped being homes.
Behind them, the ghoul roared. The sound tore through the town like thunder splitting the sky.
RAAAAAAAAAAGHH!
The earth trembled, walls cracked, and loose debris slid from rooftops as the monster's fury exploded across the battlefield they had abandoned.
Sel didn't look as he pushed with all his strength.
"MOVE!" he barked.
Ren had already transformed further. His form had expanded into a much, muscular form, nearly the size of a horse. His legs blurred as he bounded across the streets in massive leaps, clearing entire houses at once.
Exildra lay across his back, unconscious. Blood still seeped from the ruined side of her face. Rakia clung behind her, pale but conscious, trying desperately to slow the bleeding with trembling hands.
