The duracha turns pale as he touches a plaque on his belt. A curved plane of blue energy winks into existence in front of him, and he draws a glittering knife from a belt sheath, though he holds it awkwardly. "Maybe... run?" he says, in a small, frightened voice.
Wisco knows chronal feeders are attracted to time anomalies, that they consume them, some theorize, to restore some kind of balance. Some say they don't even belong in the Ninth World, but some other world that touches ours, some other dimension. The upshot being, as the group was drawn here, the chronal feeders seem to be attracted to them, specifically.
With Xiaon and Duncan ready for action, the chronal feeders give another scream and charge them, mandibles clacking, screeching noises splitting the air.
And from above, one of the ribbons of color that had been floating begins to slowly descend towards the melee.
[sblock=OOC]DT is 4 (TN 12). I need a Speed Defense roll from Duncan, Xiaon, and Wisco. If anyone is attacking, same number.[/sblock]