[Only a few steps outside, the air fills with the sound of rustling wings -- bayobats, swarming about the buildings as they seek those foolish enough to venture outside, away from the fires they fear. Blood calls to them, and they hunger.]
[Mòrag is prepared. Blue flames erupt from the ground, half-circling the two women as they light up the darkness and pour heat into the air. The bayobats shriek and change course abruptly, fleeing from what they hate. There will be other blood!]
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[Mòrag is prepared. Blue flames erupt from the ground, half-circling the two women as they light up the darkness and pour heat into the air. The bayobats shriek and change course abruptly, fleeing from what they hate. There will be other blood!]
They are growing bolder.