While all Hana was busy with her fight, Raiden was doing a fine job at the extreme back.
He used his nine tails to herd the trembling laborers away from the cliff's edge, keeping them bunched together like a frightened flock of sheep. Each of his tails seemed to have a mind of its own, snapping out with lightning speed to swat away any stray pebbles or debris that flew toward the crowd.
He was an elegant, furry barricade, ensuring the 'weak' stayed exactly where Hana wanted them—safe and out of the way.
"Stay!" Raiden barked at a smaller boar-man who tried to use the chaos to run. "Unless you want to see if I am as patient as the Female!" His green eyes flared, showing his dangerous predatory side and they shivered.
Hana took one quick glance at them and then turned her attention back to the fallen Alpha. He was struggling to crawl toward his club, his face twisted, and filled with sweat and dirt.
