Spiders.

Screams fill the night as thousands upon thousands of spiderlings make their way into the camp. Those unlucky enough to have rested on the outskirts are gorged upon by the horde, their bodies rapidly disappearing as the flesh is picked clean from their bones. The lucky ones watch in terror as the army of spiders finishes with their friends and comes ever closer.

Alaric prepares himself for the horde. Aura seeps from his skin. He grips his blade tight, preparing to stem the tide of the spiders. 

He strikes, swift and strong. His blade sweeps along the spiderlings, mincing them to bits. They leap from the ground, hoping to engulf him with their numbers. Alaric's blade arcs through the air at astonishing speed, dissecting anything that comes within his range. 

'Damn it all! We're surrounded!' -Lucian