Is that the creature you unleashed on me?’ shouted Orikan. He needed to yell in order to make himself heard over the whir of the chainsaw.
‘At the time I didn’t know they were infection vectors,’ said Trazyn, parrying the cultist’s saw with one of his forearms, making the saw shed teeth, before he crushed the hybrid’s skull with a counterpunch. They fought on the run, tearing down the corridor behind the theatre boxes. ‘At the time I thought they were just odd and dangerous. It turns out a single one can start an infestation in the native population, growing into a patriarch to head the cult.’

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