Yeah, they kinda come in swarms. And I just personally hate these fuckers especially, so.

[When they meet up, she pivots and falls easily into step next to him, though perhaps curiously she carefully manages to stay about a quarter-step behind him as they proceed — not enough to make it obvious that she's letting him get a little ahead of her, but enough that he's got a hint of a lead on her, however slight it might be.]

How do you want to do this? Teamwork, or split them in half and each take a side, or...? What works for you?

[She flexes her fingers absently, making the folds of her cloak shift.]

I'm not exactly a close-range fighter.