Even the street looked worse. Asphalt had turned gummy and dark, then began to shine. The edges of broken cars, half buried under rubble, gave off that dull red glow of metal that wanted to melt. The air above the ground shimmered so hard it distorted the Ifrit's outline.
The map revealed a couple of green dots coming in real close to him from the side.
He didn't even need the minimap to know what they were doing. He'd seen that behavior enough times to recognize it by the angle of their approach: not charging, not helping, just creeping into sight like vultures waiting for something to fall over.
A quick side glance, he noted the two; both were people of the Sun Clan, they spotted Kael and didn't advance, they merely watched.
Eyes hungry. Bodies cautious. Perfect scavenger posture.
"Fucking scavengers," he sighed as he turned and began running.
He wasn't escaping per se.
And more like, repositioning.
