"Nor can we simply wait to be crushed underfoot..!" Jonathan counters, ducking an alley. "It is our best chance of survival to flee, please trust in this!" Perhaps if he had more than the sword it would be a different story. He can't tell however, if these would cow to hamon- he can't tell if these can even be called unlife, let alone alive, and that very thought sends a pang of cold steel through his heart.

There is a path to the side-

"Let us try to turn here- and hope for our sake that nothing else awaits!"