Elias had killed another five cannibals, but he was not fighting a mindless horde, and although he was fast and strong, two hands could not hold back a hundred; it was inevitable that he would be swarmed.
However, he had never thought he was fast enough or strong enough to avoid all the attacks against him; he just needed to be able to survive long enough to kill. Offense was always his best defense.
In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by dozens of cannibals, and they pressed closer, their bodies piling on his own despite cutting down another four of them in seconds.
Claws raked his body, but he tried to avoid as much damage as possible by spreading the material that covered his joints over to his torso from time to time.
Teeth snapped inches from his face, and even as he moved, one cannibal managed to get a hold on his arm, and he bit deep.
