They all heard Darel's order and obeyed without hesitation. The tone in his voice left no room for debate and that alone was enough to spur their legs into motion.
No one stayed behind. Not even Varn who in a different fight might have grinned and held his ground just to test his strength. But not here. Not against these creatures.
In the first few seconds of their escape, a few of them had assumed Darel might be planning to circle around and maybe even set a trap or try fighting back once they got clear of the mist.
That was usually how he worked. They will observe and learn then begin attack again. Darel had always believed that every monster had a pattern or rhythm, something you could learn if you survived long enough.
But this time was different.
Darel knew it deep down in his heart and so did the rest of the party. These grey things, there was something about the way they moved that rejected the natural order.
