The monster roared from the darkness, and Rune snarled in return. Of course she didn’t really think it was a bat, but the Atharim official line was that monsters didn’t exist and any evidence to the opposite meant the witnesses were just seeing things. Mik had gone to his hands and knees then, pawing the floor for who the fuck knew while Rune’s flashlight was scanning the walls, but there was just too much darkness. The thing didn’t seem huge enough to be an Oni, but she smelled violence hanging on the air like dead fish floating on gross waters. Mik didnt really seem to buy her story about a bat, which was pretty ludicrous anyway. So she pointed the flashlight under her own chin and eyes wide as moons, her voice deepened in imitation of a famous line. “I’m batman.” Her voice was quite gravelly. She was rather proud of her own mimicry.
She laughed at herself just as another growl echoed out of the shadows. She couldn’t tell which way it came from, but suddenly, just as Mik found his feet, the thing barreled over him. She watched with shock as they both tumbled to the ground. Their lumps were rolling and fighting. So she dropped the flashlight and practically jumped into the ring, aiming to kick the nasty mound that she took for an Oni. It wasn’t quite full grown, she thought as her boot found purchase in its ribs. She couldn’t shoot the thing, not with Mik right there and both their bodies tangled up in bad light, but maybe she could get it to run off to find an easier meal.
So she kept kicking the thing. “Mik! We almost got it. Keep fighting it!”
She laughed at herself just as another growl echoed out of the shadows. She couldn’t tell which way it came from, but suddenly, just as Mik found his feet, the thing barreled over him. She watched with shock as they both tumbled to the ground. Their lumps were rolling and fighting. So she dropped the flashlight and practically jumped into the ring, aiming to kick the nasty mound that she took for an Oni. It wasn’t quite full grown, she thought as her boot found purchase in its ribs. She couldn’t shoot the thing, not with Mik right there and both their bodies tangled up in bad light, but maybe she could get it to run off to find an easier meal.
So she kept kicking the thing. “Mik! We almost got it. Keep fighting it!”