The rats appear and disappear, faster and faster until Buckingham's feet, until not even Buckingham's eyes can follow them; black and vicious dots, blurring and hissing and merging, merging to grow bigger and bigger and--
"You think to feast on me while I still draw breath?!"
He draws something else as well. Aims with it. And shoots. The gun goes off, the bullet lodging itself into the floor, perhaps too close to George's feet for comfort. In reality, anyway.
In the duke's vision he hits the tiny black monster square between its glowing eyes.
One last flicker of red. Then they're gone. At least for the moment.
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"You think to feast on me while I still draw breath?!"
He draws something else as well. Aims with it. And shoots. The gun goes off, the bullet lodging itself into the floor, perhaps too close to George's feet for comfort. In reality, anyway.
In the duke's vision he hits the tiny black monster square between its glowing eyes.
One last flicker of red. Then they're gone. At least for the moment.