Breakdown

Thomas took a deep breath. His hand, which was wrapped tight around an improvised spear and its launcher, shook against his will. He was in the same area where he and the rest of the group had fought the Bullfrogs. He could still remember the spot where he had almost drowned, and the destruction was littered throughout the area. Many shallow beds of water crisscrossed ahead of him. While it had only been a few Bullfrogs before, he was sure that, with his luck, there would be more.

Doevm and the rest of the group were hiding just out of sight. Like last time, they had lay down in the water, where bits of plants obscured their bodies. Three bamboo sticks jutted out of the water. All around Thomas's little patch of soil were all the improvised spears that Doevm and Frey had made. They were stabbed into the soil and ready to pull out at any second.