"One."
The minute my countdown ends, I turn quickly on my heel, facing the oncoming hordes of halflings head on and with as much brazen as I dare to allow myself. It is a horrific sight, and even that would be a generous assessment. Their limbs lash out wildly, I can see the hunger in their ruined features, saliva dripping from their overworked jaws, spraying over the cavernous walls with a disgusting and putrid stench. They close in, their teeth flash, claws cutting through the grim air like knives through butter, delighted that their new prey would give itself up so easily.
It would seem these monsters never are satisfied.
Taking one final breath, I spread my hands out in front of me, and scream:
"Heaven's hold!"
The effect is immediate.
