Four Nightmares and One Terror

"Hey, you two are alike in some ways, aren't you?" Owen smirked, tossing aside a cigarette only to take the next one.

Bryda asked with a slight frown:

"Who are you talking about?"

"Him." Owen pointed at Fred, who was preparing to attack.

The monsters were running fast, in ten seconds, they would be hundreds of meters away and colliding with the Phantoms. Fred had little time to do what he had in mind.

Bryda shrugged her shoulders.

"He has a long-range weapon like me. That's where the similarities end. We crossed paths a few times, getting into squads for missions. He's a capable guy, but his temper is crap."

Owen chuckled.

"The main thing is that he's good at killing monsters. The rest isn't important."

At the same moment, Fred muttered something, taking aim, as his arrow reached the limit of its power.

However, he wasn't aiming at the monsters, but upwards - into the sky.