Snorting in contempt at his brother's blatant provocation, Cynrik drew his dagger and spun it around his wrist twice before running off to the front of the trap.
With less than 18 minutes remaining in the challenge and 48 creatures spawning, the pace had to be sped up.
'Brance has 11 kills, Gabby has 12, and I have 15. After this wave, I will have completed my 30 kills, but the others will still need a couple more, so we will have to spawn the next wave, bringing 96 RaptorBasilisks.' Clicking his tongue and contemplating their situation, Cynrik watched the creatures form from the particle cloud and let out a soft whistle as the entire center of the room filled up with bodies instantly.
{Brance, listen up, even when we kill this group, we will still have to deal with the next one since you and Gabby will still be short of our goal.} Turning his eyes upward, away from the creatures, Cynrik watched the timer ticking down.