An allied energy signature caught Tempesti’s attention, momentarily distracting her from thoughts of the greasy chicken monster she knew was nearby. Though if her earlier experiences were any indication, the two paths would most likely converge in the near future. The senshi’s pace quickened, following the odor and wondering if there would ever again be a time when she couldn’t smell these things.
Passing through a stand of overgrowth, she spotted the source of the energy she’d felt. Another senshi. Another senshi holding one of the offending eggs. Tempesti knew that she had no room to judge, given that her first instinct upon encountering her first clutch of monster eggs was to poke one with a stick. Still, it seemed better to advise her of the risk. With a wave, she raised her voice, hopefully enough that the other woman could hear her.
“You should really put that egg down, the thing that laid it is…not very nice and if those eggs are here it won’t be too far.”As though summoned by the mere mention of its existence, an unholy screech echoed from the shadows, the sound underscored by an oddly ominous scraping. She hoped that her warning had given the stranger the seconds she needed to prepare.