Blood and death and the smell of prey. These things were a siren call to them and they had to heed it. They had to come running even when they knew it would likely end with them crashing on the rocks and sinking into the sea. Not that necrits knew anything about the great Homeric epics or the stories of old, but that hardly mattered the moment the trio came into the hall.

Glorious! A giant dead thing with blood that burned and a little...live thing? A human! A prey animal they could tear into and eat! They chattered to themselves for a moment and then rushed forward, surprised to see that the human wasn't fighting back. Normally they fought back if they were alive. Well, no matter. The first necrit jumped onto Hitsugaya's chest, claws digging into him, as the others moved to surround him. Instinct told them surrounding their prey would be better, but it seemed that the Captain still refused to move.

Another round of chattering the necrits gave up attacking and just started tearing into him with teeth and claws. For once they'd win and they'd get to feast. For once, there were no flashlights and there was no pain. Scavenging wasn't beneath them and when it came to a free meal? They'd take what they could get. Teeth ripped into his arms and his torso, claws ripped at his skin and muscle, digging in until they hit the bone. They'd eat until they had their fill. They'd eat until there was nothing left but shreds of cloth and that blood-stained sword.