The shriek of a malformed hawk-beast split the air, followed by a heavy thud as Jean's massive arm swatted it out of the sky like a fly. A vine lashed out from her shoulder and speared the stunned creature to a nearby rock.
Mira was already redirecting the river she summoned midair, tendrils of water swirling like serpents, slamming into a swarm of corrupted monkeys that had begun to scale a cliff edge. Ice burst from their flesh as the water flash-froze on contact. They shattered like a plate of clay.
Gin panted heavily, paws dragging slightly across the forest floor as he tried to catch his breath. His silver-blue fur, blood red spots when he first awoke, was darkened further now by streaks of blood some not his but far too much that was. Gashes lined his side and across one flank, a fresh slash still seeping. His breathing came sharp, more ragged than before. The wounds wouldn't close.
Not yet.
Not like this.
