[ The creature's tongue coils out from the darkness, long and dark and leathery. It coils about the leader's blade, tugging it out of his hands with enough force to embed it into a tree. The eyes fade away and return in what isn't quite a blink. ]
Leave. [ The creature's voice, at least, sounds human. Its tongue whips about, snapping at the men and driving them back. Even the leader seems to have lost his nerve now, backing away. ] Leave and hold your families and bolt your doors until dawn. This night of All-Hallows belongs to the Ancient ones.
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Leave. [ The creature's voice, at least, sounds human. Its tongue whips about, snapping at the men and driving them back. Even the leader seems to have lost his nerve now, backing away. ] Leave and hold your families and bolt your doors until dawn. This night of All-Hallows belongs to the Ancient ones.