All life in the old one's grasp... corrupts. Seeks violence. Seeks pain. Blood to ease the pain. Blood to feast on. To play is to kill.

And in that moment, something flies through the trees and parted fog and strikes Natsuno clear in the head. Blood will drip from the impact wound and stagger him. Another flying object barely misses Mizuki. Inspection will reveal that they're... hunks of bone, though it's hard to determine what kind.

Something snarls in the fog.

They're here.