Balrog smirked at Citadel’s teasing, though he noticed his brother staying close. “Scared? Not even a little,” he replied quietly, his voice steady despite the thickening darkness. He kept his senses sharp, the faint rustling ahead making his ears perk. Something was definitely there. He pushed forward, careful with each step, though he could feel the tension in Citadel beside him.
“I hear it too,” Balrog murmured, his voice barely audible as they neared the source of the noise. He braced himself, muscles coiled in case of danger.
Suddenly, the sound intensified: wings flapping, and a high-pitched screech echoed through the cavern. A swarm of bats burst from the shadows, their wings brushing against the wolves as they darted overhead. Balrog ducked instinctively, his heart racing for a moment before he steadied himself. He cast a glance at Citadel, trying to gauge his reaction. “Bats,” he muttered, half-relieved and half-annoyed.
Just as Balrog started to relax, thinking the worst was behind them, the bats suddenly veered back toward them. He barely had time to react before the screeching swarm descended on them with fury. Sharp claws and teeth scraped against his fur as the bats attacked from all directions. Instinctively, he lowered his head, protecting his neck, and snapped at the air, trying to ward them off.
[ 1/3 Predator Fight (Bats) ]
"Balrog"
