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[Kailey attempts to fight]
xxxx...and then fails spectacularly

She'd really not expected to get the time off to even show up to the festival. Late, sure, but she got there, milling around and enjoying the different fried foods stalls had for sale. Even picked up a few nick-knacks and stuffed animals she thought would be cute in her apartment, and as gifts for a certain second-grader and black cat.

When the cloud appeared, she'd been enjoying a cup of hot chocolate and debating how she wanted to spend the rest of her day. The appearance of the bats that looked like they came out of Van Hellsing or maybe some of the SciFi channel's attempt at horror movies, she paused for a moment, thinking maybe it was some special effect for a promotion or... something.

But with how people were freaking out, and how the bats were kinda attacking people, Kailey gave a small snort that... yeah. Promoters wouldn't be that desperate for-- ah hell.

She saw the tiny blur of black, gold, and tan, and her heart sank into her stomach when she spotted Caitlin racing through the frightened crowd after the blur. Cussing, she moved forward towards the older woman, snagging her attention finally before trying to motion Caitlin back. "I'll grab Alex! You run for cover!"

She wasn't positive this would be a situation where ah... those damn pens would be necessary. Kailey was also not remotely interested in seeing Caitlin get caught up in this s**t--about as enthusiastic as she was about Alex being out there. She spotted the kid quick enough, shoving her way through people running in the opposite direction. "Alex! The hell you doing? Get outta here and get back to your mom," she snapped, swinging her bags of trinkets and stuffed animals towards one of the bats.

It wasn't an effective maneuver--remotely. Instead of going after the kid, the beasts went after the slightly taller half-sibling, clawing and biting, and she kicked and punched right on back. Not to much success but to be fair, she'd rather they went after her than her sister.

Isaiah Zähne, arriving late and running from bats

Life formed a series of terrible obstacles for Isaiah, who intended to occupy a booth before the Fall Festival kicked off. Tracking down intended merchandise turned into a fiasco when he found out that one of his workers sold off much of the reserves, citing that they would make more money doing so now rather than with markups at the festival. Coupled with this was a hitch with the rental car company, who lacked SUVs during the time that he reserved for one, and his own failing to set an alarm. Since booths were a first-come-first-serve basis, Isaiah figured his chances of occupying one were shot.

When he arrived, by bus no less, he was already considerably late to the opening of the festival. Sighing, Isaiah walked onto the grounds to at least advertise or peruse their fare, and instead strode straight into a reenactment of Hitchcock's Birds using bats instead. Screeching, they dove at him as if he stole their young, and Isaiah darted from them instantly. While he looked for a place to hide, he catalogued mentally the many diseases bats could carry, and which may fuel a bat attack now.

As he found one of the booths and dashed under the table, he settled on rabies being the most fitting conclusion. Only rabid bats would bother attacking humans en masse, and so far from a location of any real cave. Hastily he pulled down the cloth covering to the table and hoped that the lack of space would prevent the flying ******** from dashing in to attack him further. He hadn't received his rabies vaccine in a while, and he wasn't interested in going mad with the brain disease before dying.

There he waited, and hoped liberally that the bats would be on their merry way or dead from rabies in the next few minutes.

Thorn Kincaide - attempt to fight...

Shadows looming was acceptably atmospheric, but it interfered with Thorn’s light. The painter frowned at his canvas, then up at the darkening sky. The clouds above seemed strangely-formed, shifting in unusual, beautiful ways, almost like wings.

Too much Halloween, he thought, shaking his head to clear away the fancy, though now he knew what his next painting would be. He set aside brush and palette, moving to the front of his stall to greet a couple that was lingering by his table. But they weren’t looking at his merchandise. Their eyes were on the sky.

The distant chirps and flapping became screeches; shock-widened mouths filled with screams.

Thorn ducked behind his table, hands over his head, as what could only be described as a giant bat dive-bombed his stall, toppling a chair with the force of its wings. The clatter of the canvases bypassed shock.

“Dammit, get away from those!”

Fear lost to the instinct to protect his work. He grabbed the candle-holder off his table with shaking hands, and flipped up the edges of the sheets, covering his paintings and hopefully protecting them from whatever the hell that thing was. Those things, he realised, as a second winged creature swooped him. He waved his arms above his head, lashing out with fist and candle-holder, attempting to scare them away from his corner of the festival. Perhaps it worked. Perhaps, though, there was some other poor sap out in the open that they were going for.

“Animatronics,” he said, watching the creature fly onwards through the crowd. Or a light-show. It had to be part of some display. His breathing was ragged. Red fang-lines ran unnoticed over his arms.

Kirra Morrow - run and hide...

Kirra clutched the toffee apple money safely in one hand, feeling very grown-up as she skipped through the crowd towards the candy-filled food stalls. Her mum never let her go on her own to buy stuff. She’d been lucky with the ring toss game, and now had a cute little pink teddy tucked under one arm. If she was lucky again, maybe she would have enough money for some cookies as well as the toffee apple – there were so many weird flavours and interesting shapes, and she wanted to try them all.

There was something going on, all the adults were looking up – but the ten-year-old was too short to see at first. It was too early for fireworks. It wasn’t even really dark yet. Kirra took a few steps backwards and stared upward, trying to catch a glimpse of what everybody else was looking at. Birds? Bats? Really really big bats. Much bigger than her! Bigger than her cousin, bigger than even her dad, probably. And they looked really mad!

So yes, okay, she was a superhero and it was her job to fight monsters but she wasn’t Batgirl! Super-giant bats were really scary!

Kirra fled, dodging through the frightened crowd, but it quickly became clear that even if the bats didn’t get her, she was going to get trampled. The first opening she spotted, she squeezed right in, hiding herself in a narrow gap between two of the food stalls, crouching down and curling up small.

Delilah White

"She will if she doesn't get distracted." Delilah offered, as she grabbed a bottle of water and went to pay for it.

It was when she turned that she too caught what Officer Fisher was looking at. A mass of black moving in their direction. "Odd?" She commented, walking closer to him with the napkins she had picked up. That was when the sound caught her ears.

Stopping mid-twist, Delilah felt her heart drop. She had come expecting something from the Negaverse. A slow turn of her head as the first creature came into view made her natural reaction kick in.

The water bottle went swinging in a long arch smacking the bat that had chosen to dive bomb her. "Really odd!"

Pat O'Ryan - Fighting the bats

Pat had been waiting patiently for the folks to decide if he was a crazy man or not. He couldn't blame them since there were crazy people in the city, who knew if what he was offering wasn't some part of a larger conspiracy. It was a shame that people had to think that but Pat understood. He really did.

He opened his mouth to say something but it was lost in the sounds of screaming. The redhead immediately spun around, searching for the location of the sounds of terror and pain. It didn't take long at all to determine the reason since almost immediately he was set upon by one giant a** bat. Swinging the bear with as much force as he could generate he knocked the flying rat away, "Run! Get under cover!" The EMT shouted as loudly as he could, hoping that others would take heed and run for it. He could see people running left and right, some were fighting while others were being overrun by the creatures.

Glancing behind him he locked eyes with the father, at least he assumed it was the father of the two adorable kids, "Get them out of here." Another swing with the bear knocked another bat off course, but left him with just a green bear arm leaking fluff as the rest of the poor stuffed animal quickly got lost in the freaked out crowd. "Go!" He barked the order before heading into the crowd himself. He was a fighter and a protector. Like hell would he let the flying mammals beat him.

Nick
He was stuck...
So with a smile, Nick reached out for the funnel cake.

He never was able to take the piece.

The piece fell to the ground as Nick was quickly made the target of a pair of very large, very hungry bats. Screaming as he failed his arms, there wasn't much he could do but try to run...