Daxton Bane
Character
Gripping his arm as if in pain, Daxton squeezed his fist repeatedly. "Damn the cold is causing my implants to act up. I should have hit more accurately." That should explain why he was so fast with his weapon. "Leave them, the storm will cover them up soon enough. If not, predators would make short work of the meat. Come on. We're wasting time standing here."
Leading them back on the planned trail, they kept an eye out for future ambushers.
Leading them back on the planned trail, they kept an eye out for future ambushers.