A Bone Whistle Arrow broke free from the bowstring and flew towards the figure. He widened his eyes as he watched the arrow pierce the opponent's head.
Gurgle, it was like a blood bag bursting, and the figure exploded with a large amount of blood.
"What on earth are those monsters?" His companion's voice was full of disgust.
More and more ugly things were approaching.
Their legs and arms were uncoordinated, of varying lengths, walking as if struggling to move rotting flesh barely clinging to bones.
And they were howling.
"I'm guessing they're not saying welcome."
"Let me whack them three times!"
The slow twisted flesh began a charge, and the three wounded, including Mayer, swiftly switched to close combat weapons. Swords and knives were the best choice; they didn't have the strength to wield heavier weapons.
Luckily, those things were similar.
The sword blade easily pierced through the head of a flesh monster, bringing out a splash of blood as it was withdrawn.
