Punching even more otters!

"Grrr..."

"Grrr..."

"Grrr..."

Deep below the river depths, a gang of Ravager Otters lurked beneath this inky blackness, waiting for their matriarch to finish slaying the annoyingly powerful humans, or for her attack to at least hits its mark.

The Ravager Otters weren't used to sitting around in such a manner, but their matriarch's attacks were the type to wreak untold devastation regardless of her intent, so they could do little else but wait until the deed was done. They couldn't wait until they could return to the surface and feast upon the charred remains of their matriarch's fury or the scattered survivors that were sure to appear.

It was only fair, since these foolish mortals had the gall to not only interrupt their hunt, but also tempt them with their favorite meals locked in puny metal cages.

It was almost like these humans were asking to be attacked by Ravager Otters, and they were more than happy to oblige.