((OOC: MY APOLOGIES FOR WORK EATING ME. I'M BACK NOW.))

Mike really hated Turtle Luck. He was hoping to punt the little bugger to death, but he only made it and its buddies mad. What he wouldn't give for his real body right now.

The flashlights seemed to hurt their eyes, and he fully intended to flash the beam in the eyes, only to barely have enough time to duck from the bats. Bats. He tried to smack at them with his flashlight while trying to be prepared to kick at any of the necrits going for his ankles again.

"This was what we meant by monsters!"