Cassian moved through the chaos of the sand with a grace that defied his massive frame. He kept leaping from one giant Skulker to another, personally greeting each of them with a death warrant.
The look on Cassian's face was not one of stress or duty like the men around him. He wore an insidious smirk, looking for all the world like he was having the time of his life.
Hermi strained her eyes through the biting dust, wondering if Cassian's skin would impossibly shatter a monster's mandibles again, as it had in the Primary Cave. Yet all she could catch were flashes of the red blur of his hair and the black arc of his greatsword.
The giant centipedes lunged at him from all directions, but they never got any closer than the length of his arm and his blade. With every rhythmic slice, one Silt Skulker after another was shattered into useless fragments, their green ichor geysering into the air.
