Darcy sighed, quickly realizing that she was at the forefront while everyone else latched on to Thor. Licking her lips and hoping she wasn’t about to die, she swung the sword as soon as one of the shapes came within range. The stitchpunk made a raspy, screeching noise and tried to grab her arm, only to be fended off by her shield.
"Can someone a bit more adept at combat gimme a hand here?" Darcy cried out, trying to shove the creature back, three more appearing behind it.
Loki rolled his eyes and rushed to help her, pulling his dagger out and stabbing one of the stitchpunks. He momentarily stared at the creature before pulling out his blade. He turned and threw is throwing knifes at the other enemy.
He was rushed by the same one, Loki blocked himself but was still pushed back. He glared at Thor and Jane cowering behind him.
"A little help would be nice!" He shouted.Thor finally seemed to snap out of his shocked stupor at seeing what amounted to violent rag dolls attacking them. He rushed in with a yell, war hammer brandished before him. Owing to his abilities as a tank, even the sound of his yell made the dolls take a step back. Then, they swarmed on him, six in total.
Darcy took a deep breath reminding herself that this was how it worked. “Jane! Heal him as he fights! Use the spells in the book! Loki, pick them off with the knives. You won’t hit Thor. The game doesn’t account for friendly fire in combat.” she instructed.
Loki was slightly disappointed knowing he wouldn’t harm Thor, but at the moment it was best he did none of that. He simply nodded and grabbed one of the knives, throwing it at the rag doll, hitting it in between the eyes.
He rushed forward and pulled the knife out, then turning and attacking another. He put his throwing knives into his utility belt, which hung on his waist. He grabbed his dagger and stabbed one that was about to attack Thor from behind. Loki grunted as he pulled the blade out of the creature’s back.
There were still a few left, Loki looked around him. He, Thor and Darcy were fighting off the rag dolls, while Jane stood behind and murmured incantations to heal Thor. Loki jumped out of the way as one creature rushed towards him.
Wielding her sword with far more proficiency than she ever would have in the “real world”, Darcy took out the one that Loki had side-stepped, cleaving its raggedy head clean off its shoulders.
Thor took out the last two stitchpunks and the four of them stood there, panting softly and looking around to see if any more were forthcoming. “All right.” Darcy said at last, sheathing her sword. “Not bad, guys. We’ll get better as we learn our way through the game. Level-up and all.”
Thor nodded, hanging his warhammer from the belt he wore. “On to… River Dale, was it?” he said, sliding an arm arond Jane as she rejoined them.
"Yep. Straight on ahead. There shouldn’t be any more mobs… erm… that’s the term we use to describe enemies that attack in a group. Mobs." Darcy nodded. Teaching them the short-hand lingo of gaming was going to take some time, too, she guessed.
Loki stood, he was out of breath and tired. It was rare of him to be so exhausted, was it the game? He chose to not dwell on it and listened to Darcy speak. He looked at Thor who wrapped his arm around his woman.
Loki turned to Darcy. “Will we see anymore of these…mobs? Will they be similar or stronger?” He asked her. He didnt know how far their destination was, but it was best to know what could lie ahead.