The sound of blades slicing through flesh and the wet thud of heads torn from bodies echoed across the field.
The air was already turning thick with the stench of blood and burning gore, painting a gruesome scene.
Twelve Hunters against a horde of monsters. A hopeless fight.
“Retreat!”
Sir Jack's voice thundered across the chaos.
This was the wisest thing to do now.
The monsters were too many, too strong. Charging in head-on was suicide. If they had any hope of surviving, they needed to fall back and regroup fast.
“Everyone, to the cave, now!” Sir Jack pointed toward a large cave a short distance away.
The Hunters obeyed, some slashing their way through the tide of beasts while others dragged injured comrades with them.
“Agh! No, no!”
One Hunter screamed as a monstrous claw yanke
