'Damn it... what to do now.'
Behind them about a dozen Smikewolves closed in. In front of them stood a Boneworm with its eyeless maw fixed on the three human snacks.
There was no way out.
"Run diagonally" The frail guy screamed, already turning.
"No... don't run." Ishiki ordered, feeling the movements of the Smikewolves, they were splitting with coordinated precision.
He gritted his teeth, understanding what it meant. 'Curse it... they are intelligent.'
They were pack hunters, and they knew exactly what they were doing.
"Take formation! We need to fight!" Bern shouted, gripping his conjured hammer so tightly his knuckles were white. But it was useless. There was no formation that could hold against this.
They tried. For a single, chaotic moment, they attempted to stand back-to-back, a tiny island of humanity in a sea of monsters. But it failed spectacularly as three of the beasts lunged at the frail looking guy from the shadows, three other lunged at Bern from the other side.
