As life faded away from the Brider's eyes, three more burst out of the snow around the carriage. It wasn't just a stray one, but a calculated ambush. In this lifeless snowy desert, a moving carriage with healthy horses was a rare feast, and the biggest predators of the land weren't going to miss out.
Neil's face twisted with veins as he saw the Brider die and more come out. He had failed to match Alcott's speed, but he wasn't going to be the most useless one around. He immediately shifted his weight to the side and jumped at one of the three Briders that just appeared, and his hand axes flashed through the air.
