With more howls, more of the creatures closed.
The one that Jishaku had stabbed was less than pleased. Following the scent of it's prey's blood, the creature dropped down to the deck. It's hot, stinking breath brushed the Akodo's face as it
sank its teeth (very, very pointy ones, it turned out) into his shoulder.
{23 Damage*}Across his face, he could feel whiskers, the last whisper of sensation before darkness fell upon him.
Hoshi felt the
rush of wind past her, but nothing more.
Against his armor, Musasha felt
strong ringing blows, felt the metal bend under the assault. The thing roared in fury, it's foul breath right in his face.
*Again, ignore second damage.