( The bat is clawing at the ground, jerking around and trying to gain ground on the departing wagon, sighting Allison with the creeling call of a desperate, hungry thing. It seems unaware of its own impending doom, the death that paints the stones with each beat of its heart and the loss of lifesblood.
They're beyond things like reason, stirred into this bloodlust, and Allison will find she's not alone: one of the very same bats flits past her shoulder to careen down into the injured bat, shrieking, trying to catch and lift and failing to do more than present itself as combined target for Allison and Licyn as he arrives. His sword bisects the new bat, sending it to stillness against the splattered remnants of where it had tried and failed to be the better predator. The injured bat, further gouged, attempts to rise. To fly. To charge, wobbling, at Allison, teeth exposed. )
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They're beyond things like reason, stirred into this bloodlust, and Allison will find she's not alone: one of the very same bats flits past her shoulder to careen down into the injured bat, shrieking, trying to catch and lift and failing to do more than present itself as combined target for Allison and Licyn as he arrives. His sword bisects the new bat, sending it to stillness against the splattered remnants of where it had tried and failed to be the better predator. The injured bat, further gouged, attempts to rise. To fly. To charge, wobbling, at Allison, teeth exposed. )