Penn jumped up, avoiding the jaws of the drake. They seemed a bit slow due to scattering from confusion after losing their pack leader. Plus, to the long-time soldier, they felt like chunky crocodiles with extraordinarily tough skin.
Thankfully with Penn's increased strength stats, he was able to make a small cut. He drove into the same spot over and over, stabbing with determination. By the time he grew frustrated with the time it was taking him to eliminate one drake, his knife finally broke through the skull - ending the creature.
Its body flopped to the ground, a large thud echoed as Penn stepped off from its body and whipped the sweat from his forehead. He glanced at Silas who was using his spirits to hold back the new set of drakes. With a roll of his shoulders, he ran for the next one.