The beasts were closing in, their eyes gleaming with hunger as they moved in slow, deliberate steps. The ground trembled under the weight of their massive bodies, their jagged teeth bared in snarls that sent shivers down everyone's spine.
Gunther's hand tightened around the hilt of his large sword, the blade glinting ominously in the fading light. Its curved edge gleamed, promising a swift end to any creature unlucky enough to be in its path.
With a deep breath, he unsheathed the weapon in one fluid motion, the sharp sound of metal scraping against the sheath echoing in the tense silence. His eyes flickered to the others, who were already preparing their own weapons. Some drew axes, others pulled out cutlasses, and a few checked their guns, all of them fully aware of the danger ahead. They had no choice now, they had to fight.
"Everyone, attack!" Gunther's voice rang out, authoritative and commanding. His words sparked an immediate response from the group.