Suddenly, Clementine was swarmed by hundreds of short, imp-like creatures born from blood, flesh, and mana.
Marrowgraunts.
They surged like a tide, like waves upon waves of mushy limbs, melding together as they clawed their way forward. Sometimes, they were monstrosities with a dozen arms and eighteen legs. Other times, they were one-armed blobs.
The Snakespawn's eyes flickered.
Her previously primed blade flew back as she retreated a few rows of seats up. After glancing at Aventine to confirm the situation, Clementine continued her beheading spree—ignoring the army of Marrowgraunts in hot pursuit.
The Info-Hunter's expression hadn't changed. His instructions were still in play.
Clementine dashed through a rain of limbs falling from her side and brandished her blade to behead four grovelin Treasure Gnomes.
Then, she spun, taking another eight down in her descent.
—Fwhip!
—Clang!
