"Are we ready?" Aclysia asked the group. In response, Apexus checked all of its Growths one more time. Legs? Worked, all eight of them. Fangs? Wiggling and sharp. Nose? Perfectly acute. Ears? Picking up everything they needed to. Pheromone ducts? Deactivated to not give away its position in the fight. Wings? Sized up to use to fly short distances or as shields. Eyes? Staring ahead and blinking well. It would have killed for some arms, but this was what it had to work with.
"Let's get in there and kill the boss," Reysha's answer was simpler. She didn't have to check her equipment, given that the only thing she had was her spear and the bag that was hanging from her waist.