I gripped the [Spiked Club] tightly in my hands, breathing heavily. My body had reacted instinctively when the beasts closed in. Somehow, in that moment, my mind flashed back to the fight with the elite goblin. Even though I wield a powerful gunblade, this crude club had saved me twice now. First against the goblin, and now here.
My eyes locked on the creatures in front of me. They might be blind, but they clearly sensed danger. Their bodies tensed as they tried to locate me by sound. I could feel it, they were losing track of my position.
Carefully, I moved closer to where Bob lay unconscious on the ground. Still keeping one eye on the beasts, I gave him a sharp kick to the hip.
"Hey, Bob. Wake up," I hissed, keeping my voice low. The last thing I needed was to draw the beasts' attention again.
I keep kicking him, panickly.
Come on dude. This monsters will attack again any soon.
Bob then start to move slowly.
"Ughh, my head" Bob wake up, and he hold his head, shaking it.
