[There is no other road. And unfortunately for both of them, trying to go the way they came isn't going to happen, either. Samhaine moves to turn, but the second he does he's very nearly running into a Naga slithering past. It's a constant barrage of noise, the creature's very hair being made up of snakes that hiss and stare at Samhaine as she passes them by.
It takes him a moment to even think of a response, because now it's plain that they're not just faced with a single monster.
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It takes him a moment to even think of a response, because now it's plain that they're not just faced with a single monster.
There are monsters everywhere.]
I...I do not have my sword. I cannot fight them.