Infante

There were things that might have been birds and might have been large insects gathering in a cloud around the Infante.  Another experiment, contained within his body.  Mary’s initial attempt at stopping him was quickly aborted.  She emptied a gun as she backed off.

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The swarm the Infante had unleashed was spreading through the area.  One of the things swooped at me.  It took a chunk out of my shoulder, and a piece out of Jessie’s arm.

Insect-bird hybrid, to look at it.  Locust-crow.

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There were more crashes.  Each disturbance seemed to bring more of the swarming things into the air.  It seemed they could smell my blood, and they could smell Helen’s.

I wrestled with Jessie’s hands, and I made her let go, depositing her near Helen.  I drew a knife.

One locust-crow swooped, flitting one way, then the other.  I shot with the gun and swiped with my knife, to hopefully hit it if the bullet missed.  The bullet missed, and it darted back out of the way of the knife.

Crown of Thorns 20.8