The creatures crashing into him without logic and mind, it seemed, were not a foe a knight, no matter how experienced, could truly fight. On the other hand, even in their mass these creatures would be hard pressed to put more than a dent in his breastplate. Of course, that would change if they attempted to crouch through the space between neck and breastplate...<br/><br/>Resolving, he either needed enough water to encompass himself while still allowing him to get out or...<br/><br/>The bee-hives. Running, Morr set out for the gardens, doing his best to keep a wide range away from the kitchen and dining hall.