Drak winged figures appear on the horizon. Buzzing fills the air, and it seems like screams are contained within. The creatures, black as the night itself and just as cruel, surround the ball, awaiting the orders of @MacThorstenson. No figure stands at their head for they are all of one mind. As claws latch onto the roof, and screeches fill the air, the mind link with Mac
“We await your command.”