There's a casualty!
The hunters took a moment to process the sight of their fallen comrade, his head pierced clean through, before it clicked. "We're under attack!"
"Quick! Watch out for the archer!"
Scrambling, they grabbed their equipment and scoured the area for cover, afraid the next arrow might find its way onto them.
Leonard Churchill glanced in the direction the arrow had come from, only to be met with darkness. He murmured in awe, "what a brilliant stealth technique...is it a catastrophe-level demon shooter?"
However, cold arrows were just one part of the danger.
Just after that single arrow was fired, there came the sound of a flurry of footsteps from the dense forest around them.
Leonard's ears twitched, and he estimated the number of attackers, a crease forming in his brow. "At least several hundred."
At first, it sounded like a swarm of ants crawling, but soon, it was as tumultuous as rushing water.
