Zich jumped to the closest boat. Sailors struggled to fight off the monsters rushing in. A sailor guarded himself with an oar and another person swung a stick furiously at anything coming his way. One man was even fighting off a monster with a tiny knife, which quickly proved to be too weak to battle a monster. Of course, if he had as many skills as someone like Zich, he would have been able to crack most monsters’ heads with even a wooden club. However, that was too much to expect from an ordinary boatman. As evidence, one sailor was dying over a pool of blood on the deck.

“Try it, you bastards! Come at me!” the sailor holding the oar shouted. Yet, his hands were trembling.

Kiah!

The monster revealed its sharp teeth and rushed forward. Using the oar, he managed to push away one monster, but he couldn’t do anything about the one next to him. The monster raised its pointy nails up high and ran towards him.

“Uh, ahhhh!” Contrary to the war cry he made just before; the sailor fell on his bottom while shrieking. It seemed like he would soon be shredded apart by the monster's nails. 

Slice!

A chilling sound rang loudly. The sailor watched as the head of the monster...