"There are so many of us and only four of them," A guy with patched white hair said, trying to rally everyone.
However, his words had little effect. Sure, there were more of them, but only five of them had weapons. Three of them had makeshift spears, while the other two had kukris. Aside from that, only two people had riot shields.
To make things worse, the hobgoblins had been released. Right now, they were tumbling around, trying to adjust their senses to compensate for losing their eyes.
It was only a matter of time before they got a hold of their senses and charged at them.
"Dexter, we need a plan," a raven-haired woman said, nudging her son. "Think of something quickly!"
"Stop putting me in a spot!" the boy glared at his mother. "Don't forget, I already helped you by picking a spear instead of the fish and chips you wanted to eat!"
Raveena, the woman, quickly apologized and urged him to think of something.
