"That's the thing about these pests," Adventurer Black decreed, his broad shoulders covering a great chunk of the battlefield. "One day, there are hundreds of them. A few days later, they're in the thousands."
Della stared at the mass of creatures beneath them, remembering how confidently she'd told Black there was nothing special about their contract.
"But this..." The adventurer bit her lips. This was far too much!
They would have walked into this with three people...
Her shield suddenly felt horribly inadequate. She shifted it higher anyway, looking for somewhere they could descend without being swallowed by the crowd.
On the ridge, an older man drove a golden longsword through a hobgoblin's chest and kicked the body down into the others. His coat was dark with blood. He followed the falling corpse, cutting another creature from shoulder to hip before the first had finished tumbling.
"Keep that passage open!"
