Their bite fucking hurts. Steve kicks one of them off and smacks a second one off a few feet but there's just too many to watch them all. One of the creatures manages to get behind him and sinks its teeth into his calf. It's a strong bite and Steve lets out a surprised squawk before killing it with a punch of his own. He has no time to check if he's bleeding and leaves that up to his serum to worry over. There's five sets of claws and teeth coming at him straight on so that takes an easy priority.

"Wish I had my shield," he grumbles. That would have made quick work of at least dispersing them. But even without they are both doing well: twenty-odd is now dropped to a pretty manageable dozen. Of course, these are the fastest and, apparently, smartest left of the pack. Steve kicks one away from the soldier's back and stays there so they're both on each other's six. The animals pause for a second and then regroup to charge again.

"Watch: they won't even be edible..."