"That wasn't what I said," Jacob replies, as if this is the perfect time to argue. "I said, we can't hold this ground."

They have to get out. Them, the people still running around like headless chickens. All of them. The one local that the long-haired stranger is at least heading towards another exit, but the creatures coming towards them are a danger to all of them.

He gives a nod, signalling to the other man that he's seen them too, and he grins as he adjusts his grip on the short-sword.

"I bet I get more than you."

And with that, Jacob is off, dashing forwards and bringing the blade up and across the throat of the first monster.