Confused, hungry, and scenting blood, the swarm was close to a panic. Razor sharp teeth tore at whatever was in reach - one another, the weapons that intruded upon them, any human flesh that happened to be extended. The teeth shredded, but the swarm was unorganized, unable to focus enough on one target to do more than a small bit of damage - a single bite here, a single bite there.

And they were falling upon one another in their madness and blood lust. The swarm was rapidly diminishing.