[It's good that Fenris decides to take on the creature lurking behind Steve himself, seeing as he's already engaged with two other creatures who are preoccupying him. By the time Fenris has finished Steve is making his last swing with his shield to dispatch his last opponent. For the moment.
Turning to his rescuer he manages a slight smile. The sentiment, at least, is one he can agree with. And he does appreciate the help.]
Yeah, it wouldn't have been too fun, being mauled. Thank you. [He slides his shield up his forearm, eyes darting around their surroundings, looking for any other creatures.]
Can't help but wondering what kind of numbers these things have. It feels like you finish one off and three more come in its place.