“One above!” I hollered, and Grit, bless her quick instincts, swiped her spear over Docks’ head. It was a miss, but the grindylow landed and retreated instantly. I thought they might see us as too much trouble and call the rest of the pack, but these three seemed dead set on having us for themselves. Two of them broke away, starting a slow circle to surround us. Grit might have gotten lucky with one, but there was no way she would be able to handle all three on her own.