The Harvester's Bounty

Dante tightened his white-knuckled grip on the heavy casing of the flamethrower, his jaw set in grim determination as he watched Thalia step past their defensive perimeter.

"Stay sharp out there. Don't let those vermin flank you. I'll lay down covering fire right behind your heels."

Thalia nodded curtly, hefting the chipped machete in her right hand. Backed by nine points of raw Strength and an