[h2]Luke Schwarz -- Brewing Storm[/h2]

In the space of a half second, Lucas's instincts went from [i]"calm yet cautious"[/i] to [i]"DEFCON 1"[/i], a bloodcurdlingly saccharine giggle rippling through the halls, into his eardrums, and smashing themselves against every alarm in his head that millions of years of evolution had hardwired, before even conscious thought arose. 

Conscious thought, as it was, continued with the theme and was hot on it's heels, allowing him to make an executive order: Guard up, Gauntlets on.

He had more than half a mind to go all the way to drills, but shoved it back as far as he could for now. 

That would cripple Amy's senses, the high-pitched whirring all but literally driving nails through her eardrums.

[color=f26522][i]Which we [u]need[/u] right now, in light this low![/i][/color]

Feeling his own pulse pound within his skull, he prayed his eyes would adjust soon, because he had no doubt in his mind that these... [i]things[/i] were bad news.