A man with a scar ran through the forest with two kids barely up the five in his hand while his wife ran ahead. Racing through the thick forest, he occasionally threw glances around in search of those devilish beings.
Swish!
From the bush a Deviant sprang out, its eyes blood-red as he swung at the child in the man's arm.
Wind blade!
The deviant let out a pained scream as it jerked back due to the force of the wind scythe dancing around the man and his family. Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed over ten deviants emerging from the distance.
"Take them and go. That place shouldn't be far from here" The man said as he handed his kids over to his wife.
The woman's face turned ghastly pale as she understood her husband's intentions. Tears streamed down her eyes as she shook her head in refusal.
"Go get help… I'll be here when you get back." The man assured me with a gentle smile on his rough face.