“Rikoo! Rik wake up!” Faeran said as he shook Rikoo.
Rikoo shot his eyes open, but felt so cold wet and sore that he barely leaned forward. “What is it? Do you know where we are?” he asked.
“Shhhh! KEep it down. I know where we are, but it isn’t good.” the halfling looked worried. He had his drum and was nervously tapping on the skin. Rikoo leaned up and onto his knees and got his good together. Faeran went back to the hole in the tree and looked out of it. Rikoo could see past him and could see the dim light of day shining through. It had a greenish glow, and he could now hear the buzzing and trilling of a million insects.
“No, no, not the swamps!” Rikoo whispered. As he leaned over Faerans shoulder, he could see that they were, indeed, in some putrid swamp. They had just made it in on the edge of it, and he could see that the muck began a fe wfeet away from them and stretched off in the distance for a long, long time.
“Yeh, but which one?” asked Faeran. “They all look the same, smell the same. And they change over time, like dunes in the desert.”
Rikoo could see the trouble they were in, dozens upon dozens of large winged insects. They had a wingspan of about the length of Rikoos arms stretched out, long thin legs that hung down loosely as they hovered, two giant round eyes on top of a tiny head and a long pointed mouth used for stabbing their victims and draining the blood out of them. He knew they had smelt them both, smelt their breath, but until they moved and showed themselves and their size to the creatures, they would not attack. In a place like the swamp, all creatures had learned that attacks should always be cautious.
“How many, you think?” he asked Faeran.
“At least 100, but they are gathered over there in that clump. Mating time perhaps?” the halfling guessed.
“Maybe they will be distracted? Their smaller cousins always ignore you when they are clumped in those groups like that.” Rikoo was trying to make himself feel better. He knew that the smaller version of these swamp creatures, even if pressed to, could not do the damage that only one of these could do. “What do we do? Sit here until they disperse? Likely, that would be never. This is their home, after all. I have my pack of arrows, and you have your drum, but what can we do with that even?”
The two sat back and watched through the opening as the giant insects buzzed around each other. Occasionally onewould come near the tree to investigate, but would not go further in case it was just a trap.
“I might be able to take a great number of them out, if I can get them to stay together.” Faeran guessed. ” I can cause a force to smash them from above. It’s not easy, and is usually reserved for pushing away from me horizontally, not up or down. But if I could get them to clump together like that and to stay in one spot I can kill quite a few of them at once.”
“What if I were to get them to form around me? If I could somehow resist their stingers, they would be on me like a fly on cow dung!”
“Well, Rikoo, then you would be smashed too!” Faeran giggled.
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