Finn's amber eyes sparkled as he saw them barrage the corner like life depended on it.
By this time, there were monsters on all sides of the territory; it was just denser where he was due to the bloodletting.
He went to the other three corners of the territory, doing the same thing, maximizing this odd technique he ended up using.
Thank goodness it didn't seem like he had to keep wounding himself. He had once attended the groundbreaking of his restaurant, and he watched as a pig was stabbed and made to run around the future construction site. It was a tradition from his foreman's side and had something to do with warding off spirits or something.
Whether it was spirits or beasts they were dealing with, Finn felt a lot like that pig somehow.
Anyway, he used this chance to take a few bites of his jerky as well (as if to remind himself he was not a pig).
