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Nightshift 33: Greenhouse Yard

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With the door shut and Toph safe for the moment, Renamon allowed herself to think again. Her body would be feeling the pain soon, as soon as she calmed down, and she needed to search the outside before it set in. She didn't see anything, but she was learning that meant nothing. And then she realized she didn't need her flashlight.

Renamon stepped further out into the night. She was instantly more relaxed. Outside in the night? She was in her natural element. She wasn't confined in a dark place with walls that felt like death. She was outside, at night, when she was the most powerful. Well, when she was a Digimon.

At that second the pain decided to set in, and she breathed in sharply. That was it. She wouldn't wear the sweatshirt anymore, not if it got caught on things and got her hurt like this. She gently peeled it off, then examined what she could of her wound. It was long and diagonal, nearly the length of her upper arm, and seemed deep. She couldn't see the bone, but it was bleeding freely. An inch, maybe. She wasn't good at determining things like this. She balled up the sweatshirt and held it to the wound tightly.

Once all that was completed, then she looked around more thoroughly.

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..Okay, really, did he have a sign on his forehead that said 'shoulders are easy targets, go for them'? Another reason to miss his goggles- if he'd had those, he wouldn't have had to keep his head ducked to avoid losing an eye.

Of course, it was an even bigger reason to miss his explosives. And while he was at it, he missed his bows, and, oh yeah, his life that didn't involve getting attacked by evil bats.

He twisted to the side, trying to put his left shoulder out of range as he swiped at the other bat with the knife. With any luck, it'd catch the little bugger across the chest or face and he'd be done with one of them.

One of the bats bit into Yohji's exposed arm, latching on and biting down hard. The knife still managed to hit one of the others, however, and caught it in the side. The creature shrieked in pain but was still able to launch itself back into the air. Black, viscous blood oozed from the wound and rained down on the scene as it rapidly flew in circles overhead, looking for another opening.

Omi's bat did not fair as well. His knife connected directly with one of the bat's eyes. The bat thrashed around violently in its death spasms, dangerously sharp claws still posing a significant threat to the boy as they sought purchase before the bat fluttered to the ground, lifeless. The other bat circled around as well, joining the already wounded one in the air as they prepared another assault.

Yohji hissed in pain when he felt sharp teeth biting into his arm, claming down hard on his flesh. He could feel blood trickling down it from the wounds, but it did mean that the bad was vulnerable while it was there, and within easy reach of his blade. He rammed the knife up into the creature's chest as hard as he could, twisting it viciously as the other bat's blood rained down on him, staining his hair and skin and clothes.

Not for the first time, Omi was grateful to be wearing a sweatshirt rather than his customary daytime t-shirt. Otherwise, he'd likely be looking at more than a well-mauled hand. He jerked his hand to the side to dislodge the bat from his knife, crying out softly as the claws shredded skin before the bat went limp. He flexed his fingers around the handle, breathing a soft sigh of relief when there didn't seem to be any deep damage. He'd need to wrap it, but he wouldn't be losing a finger.

So that was one down, and at least one still flying. He tried to find them with the flashlight again, not trusting just his hearing when they could come from any direction.

Yohji's knife sound purchase in the bat's underside, and the bat thrashed violently in response while still holding its bite on the man's arm. It flailed for half a minute before eventually going limp, letting go of his arm and falling unceremoneously to the ground in a heap.

The two remaining bats continued circling overhead, the wounded one still dripping blood below it as it flapped, although its circles were slower, more clumsy, and its flight was less level than it was before. For this round the pair would have a reprieve as the two remaining bats nevertheless sought purchase.

Yohji made a pained noise when the bat began to struggle, feeling it rip through his arm with razor-like teeth. He felt flesh tear when the bat fell away, and took the moment's breathing room to check his arm over, wincing when he saw the holes where bits of flesh had been ripped away. No major blood vessels broken though thankfully. He pushed himself to his feet, tightening the grip on the knife and peering up at the bats for a moment, readying himself for another attack.

They were really too fast of a target for him to bother losing another pen trying to hit them. He'd probably be able to tag the wounded one if his hand didn't feel like a lump of hamburger at the moment, and no way was he dropping the flashlight to go for his pens with the other hand. Not that he really wanted to drop the knife, either, at this point. So, it looked like they were all stuck waiting until someone flinched.

Didn't that feel familiar.

He tightened his grip on the increasingly slick knife handle, eyes trained on the bats. "You okay, Yohji?"

The bats continued circling overhead, screeching in dismay at the loss of three of their kin, but the moment Omi called to Yohji they decided to make their final attack. Once again they descended upon the pair, the wounded one attacking Yohji while the healthy one swooped down after Omi.

Yohji didn't turn back to Omi, not wanting to risk it. "I'll be fine," he said, clutching his arm to his chest and trying to hide the pain in his voice. He'd had much much worse after all. This didn't much compare to a bullet in the leg.

He was ready when the bats attacked again, and the wound that it had already received worked in Yohji's favour. It was a little slower than it should have been, giving Yohji time to raise the knife again and slash viciously at it, using his already injured arm to grab for it, trying to swat it out of the air.

Yohji was well enough to lie to him, so Omi tried not to worry. Not that it was easy, considering, but he did try.

Just one bat this time. They didn't seem to be overly intelligent, one had practically flown straight into his knife after all, so he didn't bother considering before he moved. He jumped back, giving ground to the attack, hand holding the flashlight in front of him as a shield, even as he slashed across with the knife.

The last two bats fell easily to the trained assasins, the wounded one falling without protest while Omi's blade clipped the wing of the healthy one, sending it crashing to the ground not far off from the other still alive, but injured bat.

Yohji panted with relief when the bat attacking him fell, standing still for a moment to catch his breath. Arm still clutched against his chest, he stumbled over to the wall where the two injured bats lay, still twitching. He quickly jabbed the knife into the neck of one of them, severing its spine. He repeated the process with the second one, making sure that neither of them could be a threat again.

He leaned back against the wall, looking his bloody arm over and then turned to Omi. "Are you hurt?"

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, his hand was starting to hurt like anything. Didn't look like it was likely to get taken care of any time soon, either. It was so hard to field dress your own wounds, especially when you didn't dare to set anything down in case you needed to defend yourself again.

"I'll live. How about you?"

Yohji poked experimentally at the wounds, wincing at the pain but finding that it would still move okay and wasn't going numb. The blood was already beginning to clot. "Nothing too serious. It'll be bandaged tomorrow anyway." He just hoped that heir healing regiment included rabies and tetanus shots as standards because bats were kind of risky.

He looked up at the wall. "So, still want to get over this?"

Did he want to go over the wall with them both smelling like blood? Not especially. Did he think they were going to get a better chance later? Not really. Was he going to let the monsters win by turning back now? No way.

He nodded, carefully wiping the blade of his knife on his pants before tucking it back away. His hand didn't like the forced movement at all, but he ignored it. "I'm not turning back now. Give me a hand." At the least, he could get on top of the wall and see what there was to see.

Yohji nodded, following Omi's example and wiping the knife clean of the blood on his pants. He really didn't like how much blood they both had on them while stepping out into the unknown, but, like Omi, he didn't think they'd get a better shot at it.

"Sure," he said, readying himself to give Omi and leg up.

With Yohji's help, it wasn't hard getting to the top of the wall. He settled himself astride the wall, warily listening for anything that might signal he'd need to get down in a hurry, and just looked out at the area.

They really were in the middle of nowhere. That... made things considerably more difficult.

On the other hand, the immediate vicinity looked safe enough. Certainly safer than being a sitting duck on top of a wall. "Looks clear." He tossed a grin down at Yohji as he flicked the flashlight off and gathered himself on top of the wall. "Catch you on the other side, Yohji-kun."

And he dropped down outside the wall.

((to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/412864.html)))

Yohji returned the grin with one of his own and then watched as Omi dropped out of view. There was no shout of warning after a couple of moments so Yohji looked up at the wall speculatively before beginning to haul himself up. His arm was screaming at him from the pain as the wound was pulled, but he managed to get to the top.

[Following Omi the great beyond!!]

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Nightshift 33: Greenhouse Yard

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