C152 Killing out the Pursuers

The sound was crystal clear.

Cara Centipede swept the latter half of a red-furred toxic foot's body into the midst of its kin. Over thirty toxic feet surged forward, clamoring and stacking upon one another in a frenzied scramble for food, quickly entangling into a massive orb.

The noise was chaotic, a cacophony that was even more unsettling.

The local demon beasts took little notice