[-15 HP from claw impact before armor absorbed the rest]
[HP: 435/450]
The pain was a hot flash. He ignored it, channeling the sting into focus. 'Sera needs time.'
He burst through a door into a large, multi-level maintenance bay. The space opened up into a cavernous room, a cathedral of forgotten industry filled with dormant machinery and a network of grated walkways. And it was another trap.
They didn't pour out in a chaotic mob. They emerged with purpose. From every dark tunnel mouth, from the grated walkways above, from the shadows beneath the floor, they came. Dozens. A hundred, maybe more. Their pale, multifaceted eyes fixed on him, and a collective, hungry growl rumbled through the chamber, a sound that vibrated up through the soles of his boots. The beta pack had been the appetizer. This was the main course.
