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On Patrol: Flames and Lightning

“Not any more,” came Firus’ reply, ducking back down to grab a weapon for himself too. “But perhaps once upon a time. Now they’re just… bats. Fire that weapon, man! They’ll have you out of the basket if you’re not careful!”

I hadn’t noticed from the stairwell, but since entering the cloud a light rain had started and this worsened by the minute until it was pouring down, the deck becoming dangerously slippery underfoot. I watched as one of the bats dipped down, a flash of lightning clearly distinguishing its silhouette for a moment. The heavy rifle came up to my shoulder and I pulled the trigger hard, praying that it was loaded. A huge tongue of flame and an equally large cloud of smoke poured from the end of the barrel, and the bat-thing disappeared.

I shook my head to clear the ringing and felt various bruises forming, but Firus was on the other side of the basket already firing at another shape in the darkness; I numbly worked the bolt, loading a new brass cartridge carefully.

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