[ Well, then. They're under attack? By... babies with horrifically sharp teeth and little bow and arrows. The fuck? One flies right past him and bites North, and York is up and in a fighting stance instantly, punching the one aiming for him directly in the nose. It seems undeterred, swooping around to dodge North's tray and come up behind York, biting deep into his shoulder. He lets out a shout and grabs one of the thing's wings, trying to rip it off him. ]
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What the fuck?!