He threw some of the corpses into the fire that he was building by the cliff, whilst throwing others over it to act as bait.
As the fire grew, he realized that even the stuff that was meant to be acting as a bait would eventually burn, but that didn't matter to him now. He was gathering bodies at such a rate that his only concern was getting rid of them, and continuing to deal with what was coming in.
He was afforded a near thirty-minute window before any more monsters came, and during that time, he was able to clean up the clearing, and set up what he thought to be a far more optimal mode of defence.
When he was done, he dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
His little fire by the cliff was a menacing sight. With a mound of bodies rising up, burrowed in the half-cave that the Konbreakers had created, and the flames of the large fire burning in front of it, it seemed like a sacrifice of some sort. A thoroughly unsettling sight.
