>>5812723“How many do you reckon?” Seamus spoke, in that ruffian tone of his.
“Three,” Kiikoinen spoke. “And the handler.”
Fahy grinned. “Good, one for each of us.” You and Kiikoinen exchange knowing looks. He's not trained for this kind of thing, but he's got an attitude. You appreciate the gusto, at least.
The footsteps come closer to the corner, and suddenly it dawns upon you that they are very light to be footsteps. There's no weight behind them, simply slapping against the ground. No, it's a hand.
From around the corner, they come, dragging and pushing themselves along. The scrape of their pudgy bellies made silent by their oil-slick skin, they look at you with eyes and teeth almost indistinguishable from each other with how garbled the visual cacophony that make up the being of their face. Bright pink and fleshy, you'd have thought its skin all melted off. Worse, you realize, they were born like that. This is a beast, a lesser form of aberration, standing at approximately waist height.
Kiikoinen was right in his estimation of three aberrations. As the hellish trio approach at a disconcertingly quick speed, Sigrun jogs behind them in search for anything else.
>Some good swings to the face will kill it outright, so stay next to the others!>Rush around them and flank them, leaving Kiikoinen to face two for a moment! 