The defense is sporadic. In the forest all around them, the people of Beacon hear movement, the throaty clicks and chirps of the green-eyed spirits who have forged an uneasy truce among not just those in Beacon but among each other too in order to fight a common enemy. The many-eyed spirit's army and ambush has been thwarted - mostly.
The few creatures that slip past that first line, either the green-eyes don't notice or don't care, and that leaves people like Kuai with the task of surviving those things raised by the many-eyed spirit that the green-eyes decline to chase.
Such as this, perhaps. There's a skittering of many tiny feet in the forest just past Kuai's field of vision. Then there's a glint of lanternlight off something covered in broad, armorlike plates or scales, and then nothing.
Nothing, for a few uneasy seconds, until Kuai feels the ground under his feet start to shift and sink, and feels the scratch of something hard and sharp against the bottom of his right shoe.
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The few creatures that slip past that first line, either the green-eyes don't notice or don't care, and that leaves people like Kuai with the task of surviving those things raised by the many-eyed spirit that the green-eyes decline to chase.
Such as this, perhaps. There's a skittering of many tiny feet in the forest just past Kuai's field of vision. Then there's a glint of lanternlight off something covered in broad, armorlike plates or scales, and then nothing.
Nothing, for a few uneasy seconds, until Kuai feels the ground under his feet start to shift and sink, and feels the scratch of something hard and sharp against the bottom of his right shoe.