Let the storm rage on; the cold never bothered us anyway.
The chorts began advancing towards the acromantulas. They were hungry as a distinct disadvantage of causing the polar vortex was that their food supply always seemed to disappear in favor of warmer climates. But that was a different story now as they focused their eyes on the large arachnids.
The humans did not go unnoticed, however, as the chorts stopped suddenly, seeing the large group gradually surrounding them. What did they think they were doing? Not stopping them. The herd saw this as a hostile move, as they were now surrounded on all sides and they began to fan out themselves, preparing for a fight for their territory as they charged on those in the closest perimeter, their horns ready to gouge anyone in their way.
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