Due to the dense undergrowth within the Southern Quadrant and the rather moist, soft ground, maneuverability was at an all time low.
Despite this, the humans had no other choice but to fight with what they could.
The eyes and bodies of all those around trembled as they bunched up together.
Nero turned to his side. Emif had a curved bronze dagger in his trembling hands. It was clear the young man had some experience with his posture and the way he held his blade. However, that was about it.
Nero could sense the overwhelming fear pouring off of him. The shrinking of his pupils. The terror in his soul.
The battle had yet to begin and yet, it had already ended for him.
Nero huffed and turned his gaze forward.
The vines snapped and the bramble cleared away to reveal enormous creatures with dark, matted fur and enormous razor sharp exposed teeth seated right on their heads. Their eyes swam in their chest area, created for a rather twisted and displaced visage.
