Damn but he wished he had a gun. This would have been so much easier with a gun. A machine could would be better. Hell, a rifle would also have been sweet! He could have hung back with Nerdanel and picked the beasties off from a distance without needing to get up close and personal.

But times they did suck, and all he had were the daggers he'd found on that other planet, and he needed to make them work for him.

So he ducked, he dodged, he used his speed to the best of his abilities and slowly, slowly they made forward progress. But for every one he and Nerdanel took down several more seemed to appear.