Getting to and into the sewers hadn't been the worst part of the job.
This was.
The whole thing had barely begun that he was already in trouble. Claws scrapped the dirty cobblestone floor as the Hydrolisks chased him, his footsteps hammering away against the stone as well. Strange hissing sounds echoed behind him, along with the occasional aggravated snarl. Adding on to that was his own breathing, which was becoming labored as he ran in the darkness, the heavy, bad air making this escape difficult.
But he would be damned if he let those stupid things catch him. Not when he had gotten through worse.
He would just need to get creative.