Clint gripped his sword with 2-hands and took up position next to Vanyal as he let loose arrow after arrow into the woods surrounding them. The sound didn't stop coming; it only got worse as the forest came alive.

Ungangly creatures started to emerge from the treeline that Clint could better see in the dim portion of the clearing. They looked like bats with many arms jutting out from their leathery midsection, but the most grotesque feature was this long prehensile appendage coming from what he thought was a head sharpened to a needle-like point shifting and moving as if searching for something.

Vanyal next to Clint loosed another arrow into a clump of one of these creatures. It splattered blood against some foliage but what was truly sickening is that these mosquito-bat-like creatures swooped in on their fallen and injected that long needle-like proboscis into the manically distressed flapping beast.

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The creatures drained their target with quick efficiency till the beating slowly turned lifeless and limp. Then they jumped back into the air sluggishly as if still hungry for more towards the duo.

"Fucking Stirges," Clint could hear Vanyal curse under his breath. "Hey, Clint I'm running out of arrows. We should make a run for it. We're attracting a lot of attention."