The lights go up in a shower of sparks and arcing electricity as the lead shorts them out. The advancing form of Bahamanuel shies away with a low cry even as the infants go scrambling for safety.

Erin kicks the one on her leg off. She's bleeding, and it stains the leg of her pants.

"Let's. Very slowly back towards the entrance. Shall we?" Wincing every step, Erin puts deed to word.