Ethan's breath came out in a sharp exhale. His fists clenched tighter. He now understood — at least generally — the situation he was in.
He was relieved that Loki can't affect the situation around him when he's in Labyrinths. His interests towards Labyrinth surged...
"Bastard." The word slipped from his lips like venom. The jackals were still on him.
Normally, he would've avoided killing these jackals and continued on his journey… but now, with all the beasts in the area already drawn to him, what use was there in playing it safe?
No.
He'd rather slaughter these pests quickly, then move deeper into the Outlands before the next wave caught up.
The only way to survive was to stay in motion — to cut down anything that crossed his path and keep going, faster and faster, before the tide grew too large to handle.
The pack of jackals lunged, teeth bared.
