Very little is known about these creatures, except that they are unnatural abominations working under the hivemind of the Hydra. They come in a multitude of shapes, sizes, and purposes. From the massive siege breaker beasts to the common drones that ravage Waimana and come into conflict with the people of Kainga.
They are merciless and have little self-preservation, only retreating if incapacited from fighting.
Each swing of our clubs crushed through scale and bone alike, but with each lost limb or mortal injury they just seemed to get more desperate to kill. Frantic swings with razor-like claws, flesh-tearing bites. I shudder to recall it.
Every fight with a Hydrette is for survival, kill or be killed.
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