The six Dofinikes transform, growing into their towering green statures as Vermix fall all around us. Snarling erupts, vicious hissing and snapping and the loud crack of a whip rings. Mae screams next to me, my heart stopping as I turn to her.
She's feet from a Vermix and shaking under his yellow eyes. They shift to me, and already poised to strike, his right arm is raised, the handle of a long whip clutched in his talons. We need to move. Now. But he's already bringing it down and I prepare myself for the inevitable sting.
It never comes.