"Gather around! Don't let the snakes bite you!" Randall barked out orders as he brought his hammer down on a snake's head, smashing it into a pulp.
Black snakes rushed toward the group of twenty people from every direction.
Humans and beasts fought side by side, desperately trying to reduce the number of snakes surrounding them so they could escape.
The snakes were weak individually. Their advantages lay in their sheer numbers and deadly venom. Randall found them incredibly annoying. No matter how many he killed, more kept coming, making him wonder if they were living beneath the sand.
Minutes passed, and the ground became littered with blood and snake carcasses.
After much difficulty, the group finally managed to gather together. Their bodies were splashed with the snakes' black blood, and several people had even been bitten. Fortunately, Randall had two healers in the group.
