I moved in a slow circle, tracking the source of another loud croak through the trees. The sound was closer now.
Then another croak followed.
And another six, surrounding us completely.
"They're boxing us in," I said, pivoting to monitor the sounds coming from every direction.
Belle's gaze turned distant as she activated her ability. "Twelve signatures. Frogs, probably. Coming from all sides."
Misato remained stoic. "Diamond formation. Backs together. Wait for them to come to us."
We clustered tightly on a relatively solid patch of moss-covered stone. My boots finally found stable ground that wasn't actively trying to dissolve the material. Small win, but I'd take it. The spongy terrain had been wearing down my patience along with the soles of my footwear.
The frogs didn't rush us in a blind charge. They were smarter than that.
