The Mangy with the knife immediately fell back to the group of three, and they pressed their spines together, realizing that this was not Tarry. The one with the bow notched an arrow, aiming it at the figure where the sound once was and fired off, the spearman running in front and holding his weapon aloft to cover a counter attack. They were clever, but barbaric creatures. A fish with its back to the wall has no choice but to bite.