The way the situation is at present, I wonder if there is truly an end to how many there are.
[He stops next to her, runs a hand through his bangs while looking over at the approaching monsters, gauging their distance. They have a minute, at least. Sebastian's not winded, really, but this is the first time in hours he's had a moment to stop and consider the situation, however briefly.]
They seem to favour those most able to defend themselves, do they not?