[The bat thankfully dislodges itself and, disoriented, flutters off a short distance to recover. The golden wolves, however, are now taking turns, coming at him from three different angles. They leave short-lived trails of purple graffiti in their wake, then return to circling. They seem to be moving in predictable patterns, at least.
The remaining bat, now recovered, dives back down for another bite]
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The remaining bat, now recovered, dives back down for another bite]