From the dark shadows, countless pairs of small, yellowish glowing beads popped up in rapid fashion, one after another.
Shortly after the emergence of the numerous, ominous gems, strange clicking, cluttering sounds could be heard from all directions.
"Get ready." Long since recognized the ambush they have walked into, Drake's right hand was already resting on Mort's hilt, ready to unleash all the hell he was capable of.
At the same time, her Sister and Lilly were already in a battle-ready stance, the former holding her newly bought pair of daggers, whilst the latter was fully focused and looking at the darkness in front of them with an Initial Martial Poise.
Just a step behind them, the always shy Galina was clenching the handle of her mace, her eyes gazing at the frightful scene with cold braveness.
Lily's faithful, canine companions were also growling menacingly as they instinctively covered both sides of the girl trio.