Time seemed to slow down as the sizeable bat made its way to Tarkus, undoubtedly prepared to rip his face off and turn his head into a nest...or something along those lines. Tarkus had only enough time for a single thought to prepare for his first real fight against the Grimm. He could hear the flapping of more of their hideous leathery wings in the canopy above, and steeled himself for a fight.
"So, a bat...A TON of bats are flying at me while I'm trying to get acquainted with my new pal...only one way to describe this..."
He clenched his hand encased in Zoll into a fist, and within a second, the dull thud of metal against flesh rang out, as Tarkus threw out an uppercut at full force against the bat's face, hurling it into the air.
"Mosh Pit"
The bat began to descend rapidly, desperately trying to regain it's balance to fly and try another shot at him, though it never got a chance. The thing saw two things before it turned into a splatter on the side of a tree: Tarkus' grin, and the hole of Panzerfaust as Cadeyrn slammed into it, sending the small thing flying into a tree, the sheer force of the impact breaking every bone in its body; thing died on impact. With a look of satisfaction, he glanced over to Jack, who'd offed two of the little buggers. She was groaning, asking if he knew how many there were...which he did.
"Somewhere around 30 of these bats, but other Grimm are coming, and them screeching isn't helping us keep under the radar." As he said this, another came swooping down, this time trying to go directly for Tarkus' neck. He swatted it away with one swing of Cadeyrn, and the thing landed hard into another of its kind, though there were still more.
"We should bail out, no point fighting these things from what I can see. Think you can cover me?"
He said as he crouched down, and spun the head of Cadeyrn out, reaching into his satchel to load 4 new rounds, 2 fire, 2 water.
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Professor Birch,
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Lunamaria Hawke,
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