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"GahhhHHhhhHHhHH!" Grey bellowed, clutching his head. He was no longer attempting to smash it against objects but was still in immense pain.

Emma held him tightly, pressing his face against her chest as she listened intently to the noises of the mercenaries over his anguished screams.

Ratatatat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Ratatatatatat-tat-tat-tat!

Eeeeek! Eeeek! Eeeeeeeeeeeek!

The cave's length was indeterminate, and the footsteps of their enemies reverberated through the walls, their distance impossible to discern.

Swiftly, Whitney moved to the wall, grabbed her dual pistol holster, fastened it, and collected her internal armory rifle and extra clips.

They also had their Magnetic Ménage à Trois rifles on the wall, but with limited ammunition, she needed something that could handle the horde of screeching creatures approaching.

Whitney joined the mercenaries, all aiming towards the cacophony in the distance.