Renji forced himself to think.
That was harder than it sounded. The battlefield had collapsed into something closer to a disaster than a fight, and every instinct he had was screaming at him to move, to swing, to do something useful. But useful was exactly what random attacks had stopped being about forty seconds ago. He had watched three coordinated strikes glance off the wolf's flank like they were hitting packed stone, and the scouts driving spears into the bear's shoulders weren't doing much better.
'Their hides are too durable. We're wasting energy attacking randomly.' Lily said.
