Try to leave!

You feel a surge of adrenaline as you make a break for the helipad, the sound of your pounding footsteps echoing in your ears. The scent of saltwater fills your nostrils as you sprint towards the safety of the water, **** to escape the nightmare that has consumed the island. Your heart races in terror as you realize that the creatures known as Dragoons are hot on your trail, their menacing growls growing louder with each passing second.

You can hear the heavy thuds of their powerful claws tearing through the underbrush behind you, closing in on your fleeing form. Panic sets in as you realize that there is nowhere to hide, no escape from the relentless pursuit of the monstrous beasts. Your chest heaves with exertion as you push your body to its limits, praying for a miracle as you strive to reach the safety of the shoreline.

But it is too late. With a gut-wrenching roar, the Dragoons encircle you, their hot breath on your skin as they trap you within their savage circle. As you stand frozen in terror, the Dragoons snarl menacingly, their claws slashing at you with a few quick strikes. The sharp pain jolts through your body, but you manage to fend them off for now. You can see the hunger in their eyes, the desire to consume you alive, but you refuse to go down without a fight.

You square your shoulders, steeling yourself for what's to come. The Dragoons prepare to strike again, but you are determined to make a stand. With a deep breath, you ready yourself for the inevitable confrontation, unsure of what the outcome will be. Fear grips your heart as you are faced with a choice - to fight back and risk being overwhelmed, or to let them take you prisoner.