Fight them!

No! They'll not take your weapons. These creatures eat humans, you cannot entrust your fate to your wits and their peacefulness. You'll die fighting before you surrender to them.

In a flash you draw your blade and with a swing nearly lop off the head of the shocked battlecaller. The other wugs cry in surprise. Some hop back at the sudden ****, but you feel an incredible pain as two of their spears pierce your lower back. You turn, the spears sticking out, blood runnding down your back and legs as you attack the two wugs that have stabbed you. One falls to your blade, the other, wounded, flees into the swamp.

"Die!" you shout, turning just as a third spear impales your belly. You spit blood and strike down the wug responsible. Your arm and leg are speared, but you fight on, felling two more as you begin to feel lightheated from all the pain and spilling blood.

A thrown spear stabs your neck. Miraculously it does not seem to have struck your arteries, but you begin to **** as blood fill your throat. You tear the spear from your neck and hurl it away. You collapse to your knees and fall onto your back in the blood-drenched roadway. The wug that struck you hops in, gloating over you as it draws a hooked blade and prepares to gut you. **** is certain.

Suddenly, the wug's head detaches from its body, sailing over you and landing many feet away. Two figures stand over you as you writhe in agony on the ground, mortally wounded. You hear words, chanting, and you feel an incredible peace and calm. Warmth engulfs you and strong hands begin to pull out the spears impaling your tender flesh. The pain disappears. You look down at your leg and watch as a hand wraps around the spear impaling your flesh and slowly begins to draw it out. The tip appears and immediately the wound begins to knit closed. Someone is healing you!

In minutes you are restored to health. In fact, you feel almost good other than all the sticky blood on your clothes and body. You stand up and face your rescuers.