David was surrounded on both sides, and quite frankly he was not liking his odds. The hounds had a surprisingly good amount of mobility that David had not expected, of course that did not mean he was giving up or anything. Killing this things would have been easier if they were not armored, though David’s accuracy with guns was not as good with movement than when he was standing, he was sure it didn’t take much to point a gun in their general direction and pop them full of holes.
It was as times like this that David sorely wished his abilities were anything but telepathy or molecular restructuring, because it would have been really helpful right now if he could shoot fire from his hands or throw s**t at this monsters.
The street was too long, and if David kept going down it was only a
