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Jack Burnett - (detracting 1 for missing a previous roll!)
The first thing Jack noticed was that his customers were right and that attempting to use the wings had been a relatively useless idea. Eventually he found they hindered him more than helped and tossed them back behind the stall before taking the bats on himself as the others seemed to be doing.

"Considerate of you," he said to the other guy as he mentioned not wanting to destroy his inventory. "Guess they're not much help after all anyway. What the hell is with these things?!" He watched the older male beat back a bat with his joined hands and whistled, impressed. "Those aren't the only awesome things around," he answered upon hearing the man's compliment.

It was starting to dawn on Jack that the bats weren't just being pests by flying at people; they were actually trying to bite them and get a taste of human flesh. This was beginning to sound like something out of a horror story - like the movie about birds, but with bats instead. Was this someone's morbid idea of a joke?

He nodded to the teenage girl his age when she politely declined his offer with the wings and watched as she beat back a bat with an uppercut. Jack found himself wondering if she got into fights regularly with how casually she seemed to be acting. It was more than just being calm about the fight; it was being calm with the ridiculous onslaught of bats. Was she used to this sort of bizarre situation? But how could that be?

Yelling from the long-haired man caught Jack's attention once more and he realized the guy had been bitten. "Whoa, you okay?" he asked, not even wanting to think about the kinds of things one had to worry about when bit by creatures known as 'flying rats'. He hardly had time to concern himself with the other's injuries, though, because the cloud bats began to thin out to reveal impossibly larger versions of them. Less numerable, it was true, but that wasn't much consolation with how much more dangerous they seemed due to their greater size.

Whether out of delirium, sheer recklessness, or something else, the man next to Jack had grabbed one of the enormous bats by the wings before driving it into the ground. The sight of this act combined with the guy's yelling made him intimidating indeed and Jack made a mental note never to get on his bad side.

He was grateful to have had such able-bodied people nearby defend against the creatures, especially as the brown-hair girl shouted at them defiantly. Deciding to follow their example, he also tried to fight back as best he could. Cowardice was more his forte than bravery, particularly where self-preservation was concerned, but the fact that these were just bats combined with his customers' outstanding displays spurred him to go above and beyond his usual choice of action.

Kirra Morrow

Kirra’s hidey-hole was compromised. The bats just dragged her two food trucks apart until there wasn't any gap to be squeezed in, and spilled her out into the open like the toy out of the cereal box. She spun around, frantic, but there wasn’t anywhere else to hide. She… she was going to have to fight them.

The new bat that peeped at her over the edge of the truck was even bigger than the first one, and it had the most giant teeth she’d seen on anything that wasn’t a dinosaur. This was not fun-scary, Halloween-scary. This was super hide-behind-the-couch, call-mum scary. And she’d lost Gigi, and she’d lost her pink teddy and she hadn’t got a toffee apple yet and it wasn’t fair and it was all the bats’ fault.

“Uuuwaaaah!” she screamed, somewhere between a battle cry and a tearful wail, and launched herself full-body at the scary bat. “Go away! You’re mean!”

The bat snapped and clawed at her, but the ten-year-old was a fraction of its size, and it couldn’t get a hold. It fell back under the child’s screechy fury, eventually giving up completely.

Kirra sat down where she was with a thump. She was bleeding from little cuts nearly everywhere and it stung. Big tears began to roll down her cheeks, streaking through blood and dirt and sugar residue.

Thorn Kincaide

Peeking out from behind his case of probably-ruined canvases, Thorn determined that there was not much point trying to run, and hiding had proved a hell of a big nope. If this was going to be his death sequence, at least the sky was pretty. He had a great view from his position, flopped in the ruins of a pleasant-smelling stall. The giant bats ringed the horizon, some as gargoyles, others circling vultures. And oh! Some had brought their monstrous mega-fanged big brothers to join the fun.

How, he wondered, was something with a wingspan that large hovering?

It seemed they weren’t going to let him lie, playing dead fish. He could almost see the glint of beady eyes as one of the new wave bats changed direction, swooping down on him once again.

Hell with it, he thought, and set aside his paintings, pushing them out of the way. With video-game timing, he waited for the b*****d thing to get real close, then kicked out from his prone position with all his might, both legs driving at where any sensible monstrosity would keep its guts.

It didn’t work quite as well as he hoped. He connected, but so did it, raking fangs down his left side and latching onto his leg. The pain was a red-white shock, drawing a yelp his mouth. He bit his lip, and kept kicking with his free leg, landing a hit on the creature’s head that seemed to rattle it. It didn’t truly get its fangs in, at any rate.

Another desperate kick, and it flew off, leaving Thorn scraped and shuddering, but with surprisingly light injuries. He rolled his wrists, shoulders, checking all his essential bits. He was bleeding, but he could probably still walk.

Leaving the safety of the stall was Myles' downfall; while he was swatting at one bat, another came behind him and bit. At first, he didn't feel it--and then the pain flooded through him. He made a noise of surprise and flailed a bit, but by the time he pushed the bat off of him, he was lightheaded. His vision was swimming and his neck felt like it was on fire. He made it a single step before his legs gave out on him and he found himself sitting, dazed, on the ground. His limbs felt like lead and his vision was swimming. "Uhm," he found himself replying to Caely, "No, I--I think I'm...fine..."


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Jeremy wasn't letting himself be distracted; he had a few close encounters but he was still standing. He slipped his baton out of its holder and swung it, hard, at the nearest bat. He hadn't had the time or range before, but with these larger bats?

Much easier.

Delilah

"I'm fine!" Delilah called out, the water bottle have become a chew toy for several bats. She had restored to using her purse, attempting to keep those things as far away from her skin as possible.

"Officer! Look up!" She cried out, noticing the clearing of the the smaller ones for the...monster ones would be an understatement.

Her eyes were on them for a long moment before she took a step back. She needed a better weapon for those. Sadly she was fresh out of 'bats' so she was going to have to make due. The potential to out smart them? How smart were bats anyway?


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Lena
"Die you stupid rabid beasts." Lena hissed out, grabbing the one that landed on her arm and sent hit smashing into the ground. Normally she didn't want to hurt small innocent creatures.

These were neither small...nor innocent....

"Xan!" She called out scanning the crowd for him. Damn chaos and wheels. He had gotten away from her when the bats swarmed.

Taking off at a run, she threw a fist at anything that came her way.


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Nick
There was no nice way to put it...

Nick was bat food

So, who won that awesome raffle prize pot?

The mayor is making her exit early and will be drawing the raffle winner now, so keep your fingers crossed!

(( I believe there was three and I missed the middle roll xD Doing the last roll because.. I'm slow x: ))

Leonora - minor injuries--and manage to do enough damage that you chase back the monster bats

She had hid, and thought she had hid well, but it didn't take long for even larger bats to make their way to her. Leonora would never manage to fend one off, and she was defending her pieces more than she was defending herself. If they were destroyed, she'd never be able to make the same ones again. On the other hand, if she was hurt, she'd heal... Eventually.

Leonora swung her arms the best she could. Others around her probably didn't understand why she was protecting her bag so much, but she wanted to have them to sell. At this point, she would even just give them away for people to enjoy.

She went to punch the bat attacking her, and ended up getting too close to her teeth. Leonora could see a cut on her right nuckle. Part of her really want to swear, but after her attack, the bat seemed to retreat. All of the bats seemed to retreat.

Leonora didn't expect to let out a long breath. It was an interesting day, but very unsuccessful in terms of productivity. Her hands held onto the bag tighter. She managed to make a few sales to cover the cost of the booth, but Leonora wanted to spread the seasonal love.

"Hmm.. I wonder who may need a pick-me-up... "





Camilla - minor injuries--and manage to do enough damage that you chase back the monster bats

Camilla kept swatting at bats with her purse. She wasn't sure why, but they seemed to have gotten bigger than the one she had initially fended off. They were fighting back and it irritated Camilla to no tomorrow. She wanted to kick one's butt. Hard.

She noticed one that was low-hovering and aimed to give it a swift kick. For sure she made contact, but in retaliation, the bat gave her a few good scratches on her leg. It hurt, but shouldn't be too much of an issue. Either way, her parents would probably send her to get a rabies shot.

Camilla found some rocks nearby and she flung them towards some bats. Her anger and frustration blinded her for a few moments until she realized that the bats were retreating. "Thank goodness... "

Looking around, she noticed the male running the booth had collapsed to the ground. He was still conscious, but Camilla couldn't help but worry. She went to him and helped him keep from falling over. Maybe he just needed some water? Camilla had none of her own so looked towards the girl that was also at the booth.

"Miss, do you have any water? Maybe that would make him feel better?"






Candice minor injuries--and manage to do enough damage that you chase back the monster bats

Candice was thankful for the owners offer of using his products as weapons, but it didn't seem very polite. Plus, these were part of his way of making money. She would play no part in possibly harming his livelihood. "Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll try and fend these off with my own hands! And maybe feet..."

She managed to land a hit on one of the bar's wings. It seemed to waver for a little bit, but ended up more aggravated than before. It dove for her head, but just barely missed, leaving a small cut under her left eye.

Candice hissed. It hurt. She touched it just slightly and notice some blood. "Damn it! Why did you aim for the face?!" She caught the bat off guard, picked up some trash from the ground and threw it at it. She wasn't sure if it was for the trash or something else, but something worked, and that bat and all the others seemed to retreat.

Going into her bag, she reached in and found her bottle of ointment. It wasn't much, but at least it would help with the bleeding. She looked around. "Anyone else need some to help with the bleeding? It's not much, but it'll help it stop if the cuts are small..."

"I'm still interested in buying yah know." Candice said as she turned back towards the sales person." Are you still up for selling? I hope the one I liked didn't get damaged... Looks like I'm going to have to cover up a scar for Halloween anyways." She smiled, trying to lighten the mood.