There are humans who treat with these... mutants? Ray could see them in the distance, most keeping away and firing the occasional primitive missile, but a few approaching to enter the fray. They seemed reluctant to directly engage the group, and many were breaking away from the fight, disappearing into the forest.
Ray had garnered the attention of two of the genetic abominations. He quickly squeezed off a semi-auto burst into one, but the other rushed him with a wooden spear. Ray barely had time to block it, trusting in the strength and stability of his flak armor. As he tried to bring his pistol in to shoot the thing, it grabbed his wrist and lunged to bite him. Ray shot his left hand out to the monster's face, struggling to keep its clacking teeth away from him. He lashed out with his interface mechadendrite against the beast's face, scoring a lucky hit as the mechadendrite punctured one of its orbits, causing it to recoil in pain, releasing Ray. He shot the thing in the leg, causing it to collapse, and then he shot it twice in the torso as it crawled at him. He then shot it in the head to make sure it was dead, and then twice more out of spite, kicking it for good measure.
As Ray looked up, most of the mutants were scattering, yelping their way back into the fog. A few mutants and one or two brigands were too dense, unobservant or too heavily engaged to flee. "Sound off! Everyone alright?"