There was no time to regret my actions, as the flood of flying figures was already bearing down upon me; crawling down the surface of the tree, flocking through the air in voluminous clouds of vacillating yellow forelimbs, and landing on any extremities that they could find purchase.
It wouldn't be long until I was completely subsumed by the swarm, and there was such a formidable collection of biomass present that it would only take a few shallow scratches from each individual to leave my entire body an open wound the likes of which no amount of gauze would be able to seal.
I kicked a flaccid flyer off from the back of my heel, where he was attempting to climb up to the pack; where it dangled from my neck. It squeaked in either surprise, or desperation, and caterwauled about in the middle of the air before circling back to me; unharmed by the entire ordeal.
