Clyvelle
Memorial Mob
Jareth Fletcher
The beginnings of muscle memory combined with the adrenaline of the moment were assisting Jareth greatly in reloading the sling. The wind up necessary to launch his projectiles was a setback in this particular situation though. A more mild-mannered hunt, like frog catching perhaps, might have been better suited to such a tediously slow process. Jareth knew he was fast, so presumably given the time to train, he could become extremely proficient at reloading and winding up the next shot. That was the problem: time seemed to become a more and more finite resource with each passing second.
On the plus side, the carcasses of the slain rabbits piled nicely. Having such thick frames and musculature, it didn't take many of them to start creating rough terrain. Assuming the team could keep up their onslaught, they might at least make a diffcult patch around them that would cause difficulty for the rabbits to charge them.
"Easier said than done, perhaps, but if we could kill the rabbits on top of the other carcasses, we might at least hinder the rest to some degree. Maybe even get a small barricade going." Jareth shouted as he lobbed another stone at a rabbit charging Regula.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jareth noticed another rabbit approaching with red eyes. Its red leer set it apart from the rest, and its advance seemed more purposeful in nature. Jareth was still reloading from his first attack, however. He wasn't sure if he'd get the sling wound up in time.