[Well, it isn't a Banshee. But then, it could be a Harvester, or some new horror. Or, it could be something else altogether; what a blessing, to simply fight the local fauna, instead of some immortal thing from beyond the stars.
She looks up, following his line of sight, then down again, squinting at the shadows under the trees.]
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[Well, it isn't a Banshee. But then, it could be a Harvester, or some new horror. Or, it could be something else altogether; what a blessing, to simply fight the local fauna, instead of some immortal thing from beyond the stars.
She looks up, following his line of sight, then down again, squinting at the shadows under the trees.]
Well, this is just. Great.
[The suspense is maddening.]