Thor and Kestrel had also ran into a Demon Scout.
Like the others, it had tried to catch them off guard but this one has a massive bow and arrow. When the duo dismantled the creature of its weapons, it had fled.
Now, the two of them were hunting it through the broken district like rival predators after a lone prey.
Thor strode through the stone lanes with her hammer balanced on one shoulder, eyes sharp and bright. With the grin on her face, it was obvious she was enjoying herself.
Kestrel moved in silence beside and slightly ahead of her, green eyes fixed on the path, her Dragonswords still sheathed behind her back but ready to strike at any time.
"Come out," Thor called, her voice carrying through the ruined alleyway ahead. "You dropped your little toy. Don't tell me that's all you've got."
No answer.
Only the scrape of movement somewhere ahead, then nothing.
Thor snorted. "Pathetic."
