There was a pained screech and one of the bats fell to the ground, a hole in its wing. Ruardh was not as rusty as he thought. However the bat was only wounded and it began crawling towards the pool. It could not see well, and only went by scent.<br/><br/>Possibly it smelled the rat carcasses, as it seemed headed that way. It would be easy to finish off with a good blow to the head, now that it could not fly. It's flesh was also edible and its pelt soft, like suede leather.<br/><br/>Owl looked up at the two left and frowned. "They don't look very nice. But we have to make sure Asher does not drown. Half? You can swing at that thing as it goes past. I doubt I am as good throwing rocks at a moving target. Good shot Ruardh! Let's see if one down makes the other two more cautious."