Mikhailis and Cerys stepped back, panting slightly after the initial scuffle. The Thorncrawlers were still a looming threat in the clearing, their spiky bodies shifting uneasily as they moved around the nest. Mikhailis wiped sweat from his forehead, glancing at Cerys, who was already assessing the battlefield with her usual focus.
"Alright," Cerys said, her voice steady, "we need a proper plan this time. We can't just charge in and expect to come out of this unscathed." She gestured to the rest of the Thorncrawlers, still clustered protectively around the mound.
"If we can separate them, take them in smaller groups, we stand a better chance."
Mikhailis nodded, his gaze following her hand as she pointed.
"Dividing them makes sense. The fewer we have to fight at once, the better." He glanced at the enchanted net in his hand and the pouch of herbs on his belt.
