Fight defensively

“We keep this circle formation, and let em come to us.”

“Seriously? Not a very in-depth plan…” Frost says from behind the two of you.

“Aye maybe, but sometimes the simple plans work the best.”

The three of you hold your position until three of the eight men circle in close. The first surges forward bringing down a club towards Syvella’s head. She leans back dodging the strike as she retaliates by plunging her dagger into the exposed neck of her attacker. He falls as his gaping wound sputters out blood like some sort of macabre fountain. Frost conjures a ball of ice from her staff which plunges into the torso of her attacker. A large shard of ice violently erupts from inside his chest killing him instantly.

You are nearly caught off guard but your training kicks in as your shield raises to block a blow you weren’t even looking at. You manage to stagger your opponent and sweep his legs out with your mace. Before he can retaliate you swing your mace down several times, cracking his head open like an egg. The frustrated voice of Redhook can be heard over the clashing.

“You fucking idiots. Not one-by-one. Attack em all at the same time!”

The remaining five all rush in, surrounding your party. Redhook walks towards you, hook raised.