A Hidden Omega
Hunter is flagging, favoring his left leg, and is barely able to use his dual blades to avoid the rapidly moving tentacles.
The analytical part of Alex's brain notes that the gang fighting his boys are strange, just like the rift they have slithered out of, as he draws on the horde surrounding the inexperienced pair. The creatures are pitch-black, not the usual shades of browns and reds he's used to encountering. They are also formed very differently, and support limbs varying from stingers, clawed paws, darting tongues and tentacles.
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