Zavian's soldiers charged at them, and that pushed the creatures to totter even faster, their arms stretched out, and they didn't have any weapons in them.
When the sword of the first soldier lashed at them, one of the creatures gripped it by the sharp edge of the blade and pulled the soldier into their circle. Like vultures drawn to dying flesh, they all clamoured around the soldier, tearing him apart with their hands while his helpless screams died with him.
Freya fell by Zavian's side. "They can detect our moves before we make them. Watch them."
And so, Zavian's soldiers gathered around the creatures, and the creatures' scrawny hands gripped every slashing sword and all his soldiers were all met with the same horrible fate of death.
Zavian charged at the ones that reached them, and their hands met with the blades of his sword, predicting every strike before he landed. He stuck his back to Azriel, and they were surrounded, and Freya wasn't seen.
