Lord, Matias thought to himself, there's a lot of them. They filled at least half of the horizon with their approach.

Their slow, slow approach.

Seeing them all as equally vulnerable, Matias lunged himself towards a random figure and started swinging. Whenever necessary, he shot at a few bold ones that tried to make a run for it. He tried to limit his shooting, however; ammo was expensive, after all.

Those that weren't downed by him were easily torn through by his teammates. A few flopped over seemingly at random, bullet holes staining the back of their hoods. Matias assumed it was misfire on part of the puritans, but none seemed to have guns. No matter; a dead puritan is the only good one, so he continued fending off against what he could.