Fighting the Horde (part 2)
The Kyle in question was both admirable and pitifully funny. Tears and snot were streaming from his eyes and nose as he shook his sword back and forth like a madman to fend off the Digestors who wanted him dead. His body was already covered with multiple wounds and the monsters had already tasted him a few times, as evidenced by the pieces of thighs, calves and trapezoids he was missing. He was in a pitiful state.
'Damn, if you're not sure you're going to survive and you're terrified, then what the hell are you doing in the middle of a horde of Digestors?' Jake thought silently with a momentary urge to laugh.
Figuring that Sarah couldn't fare any better, he dived underground to check on her, leaving Kyle to fend for himself. If his twirls kept the same vigor, he could hold on for a while longer. In any case, he was already hitting harder and faster than before, proof that the Aether of his victims weren't wasted.