The creatures kept coming and while it appeared Abigail could now see better it was still very limited. Her stilettos zipped around like deadly stingers sometimes glancing off scales, but more often slicing skin. Silas struck out with fist and foot crushing bones, but it was like punching a knight in armor. More and more a claw, talon or shark like bites got through his defenses. They were still going to lose, they had to get out of this death trap.
“Abigail! Up!” Silas cried
He positioned himself under the hole in the roof and flared his palm fire again. Knowing it would be less effective this time as their eyes adjusted to the little light from above, he kicked the nearest one into its friends at the same time and then knelt. He hoped she could figure out what he was doing.
She
