But the creatures were mindless, and it deterred them not. Jack groaned and moved to stand, only to feel one latching onto his leg again as he gave a grunt and began to kick at it, and kick so hard the damn beast woman's mouth nearly came off. But he managed to get his leg free, just as the rest of the ghoulish group draped their hands around them, and pawed then at contact, hungry for something sinister, something dark.
By now Jack was on his feet, stumbling and guiding Fiona to move back with him, but they were surrounded.
"What the hell are these things!?" he found himself asking, as if anyone outside around them would know.