"Hmm.. ‘m not too sure about that though.." Her voice was low, as she withdrew her lance from behind her back and gingerly prodded the Antlion’s corpse with a tip. "No one is dumb enough to attack one of these without some sort of incentive, not to mention bein’ so close to it’s nest as well." Fang used a bit of force to roll the insect’s body over, and motioned towards all the broken legs and what not. "Whoever was here before us, deliberately spent time hackin’ away at this damned thing too."
It certainly raised a lot more questions in the brunette’s mind, as jade hues inspect the dead Antlion a bit more before casting her gaze towards the previously carved out path. “—We’re definitely close though, but right now ‘m a bit more curious as to what these other people are doin’ here..” The map was rolled up, and was tucked back into’s it holder right as Fang stepped forward to continue down the path. The guild members who had passed her quickly split to make room for their leader, letting Fang take the lead once more in her haste.
“Men! Weapons at the ready, an’ keep your eyes peeled for anythin’ suspicious.” Her orders were barked out in agitation more than anything, but rightly so given the circumstances. “I don’t want us gettin’ taken by surprise out here, in case there are more of those bloody things around.” The lower ranking members exchanged a few glances amongst themselves, but the soft clattering of guns and swords being withdrawn started without her authority being questioned on the matter.
The first antlion was on them in a flash.
Rygdea barely had time to lift his arm before it crashed through the brambles, grabbing one of the crew members in the calf with its gigantic pincers and flipping him to the ground for a quick lunch, its eyes flicking ravenously inside its chitinous shell. Rygdea shouldered his gun and waited for an open shot as it whipped its head side to side, throwing the man two meters to the side before turning to attack the next. As he lowered his revolver to deliver a shot, a second antlion crashed through the bushes to his left, knocking him to the ground with a quick swish of its head. He rolled over on his shoulder, unsheathing the machete from its strap on his back and thrust upward in a single motion as the beast approached, driving it through its exoskeleton and into its head.
"Damn," he muttered, attempting to wrest the blade from the animal’s hulk before it could fall on him. Instead, he rolled out of the way and stood, firing two shots at the first antlion, neither of which penetrated its heavy armor. "A little help here, Fang?" he shouted over the din.