While Finn went on another round of fighting, the adventurers did their best to handle their wounds, as well as kicking and shooting down the monsters climbing their cave.
They were very creepy, disgusting-looking critters squeezed together, hoping to get a bit of their flesh.
At the front line was the bulky blonde, swinging his sword and stabbing at the beasts climbing up. They were almost entirely of Brootrats, which wasn't a surprise because it was their nest that got opened up by the idiot mage, now arrogantly sitting at the side and not helping them.
The blonde gritted his teeth and wanted to drag the bastard to force him to help out, but the half-dwarf next to him stopped him.
"It's useless. Just focus on the fight that can kill us," he said calmly. As the oldest in his team, everyone tended to seriously consider whatever he said.
