With the quick fireworks show over, we were just about to resume our normal operations when we heard succeeding gunshots and explosions from the border of Iskoh's territory, which exceeded the usual intervals. It was true that everyone else had the means to use anything in their toolbox to deal with the dead but it seemed like someone button-mashed their controller and tried to use everything at once.
And at the same fucking time, Jared who was still watching the horizon started firing shots one after the other—and his expression meant serious business.
"THIS FUCKING WIND! HOW MUCH—"
I cut him off, "What is it?!"
"CAN'T YOU SEE THEM, BRO?! YOU— THE KETTLE-LEY HEE-HEES ARE OVER THERE! LOOK!"
"The wut?"
"THE KETTLEY-HIHI! THE— YA KNOW! FROM THE DND GAMES WE—"
"You mean Cthulhu?"
"DOES DOESN'T SOUND LIKE IT SPELLS, BRO— I— WOAH! WATCH IT! THAT'S MY—"