Massive, heavy shapes plummeted through the northern part of the forest, snapping old branches like toothpicks. They hit the forest floor with the sound of falling boulders, the impact cracking the dry earth and sending a tremor through the soles of the squad's boots. It was a shock-and-awe tactic designed to rattle the teeth right out of their skulls.
Leah zoomed in on the images on her visor and watched in horror as the shapes hit head-first, but instead of their skulls shattering, they tucked into tight balls and rolled, popping up onto four powerful legs in a single, fluid motion. They moved like warriors heading into combat, or at least very fluid gymnasts. If the gymnasts were about to commit murder.
"This is not good." She muttered with nervous urgency. Whatever these were, they were not in the mutated beast handbook she had been given on day one in Fortress four.
"Simon...Simon..." Phillip screamed.
