Fight offensively

“Kill them before they kill us.”

“That’s not a plan.” Syvella says disapprovingly.

“Well I suggest you improvise than.”

You break formation and charge the closest henchman. Shield raised; you barrel into him knocking him on his back. With a couple well placed strikes, you turn his head to paste on the floor. Face spattered with blood, you flick your hair back and look for your next target. Surveying the area, it would seem the remainder of the henchmen swarmed the other two. While four of the eight lay dead, the remaining four have backed your friends into a corner. You aren’t alone here however. Redhook approaches you from the darkness, hook raised.