[He shrugs. It'd be nice to have a weapon to make sure they keep their distance, but the most he has is a couple sharpened, giant knitting needles that he didn't bury at the trench's bottom, impromptu pole weapons for keeping the snarling things at bay.]
[He jabs out with the pointed end when one of them draws near, aiming for its legs. It topples forward with a meaty squelch, impaling itself on the spiked bottom.]
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[He jabs out with the pointed end when one of them draws near, aiming for its legs. It topples forward with a meaty squelch, impaling itself on the spiked bottom.]
This won't kill them. You know that, right?