We stand our ground and fight, but there are too many of them.
Selenites pour out of every entrance, some with spears, some with a kind of crossbow. It's like we have invaded an ant colony! They come from everywhere!
They take us to a being who seems to be their leader. I don't understand the words, but the meaning is clear: we are being sentenced to death... or worse. Just when I've lost all hope, Uncle manages to twist an arm free, and in a frenzy of smashing and pulling we're running again!
