Daemon hissed out a curse under his breath at the first bite, unsure what the rodent-shaped thing was, but liking it no better. He reacted instinctively, swatting at it with power rather physical hands or weapon, taking a surprised half-step back as he attempted to knock the thing away.

Somewhere in the back of his head, his brother was laughing at him for not shielding.

"Hell's fire. What the hell is that?"