Rhuardh briefly let go of the rope despite Darius' instructions, and quickly took out his makeshift sling from the waistband of his loincloth. The action loosened the loincloth slightly, almost enough to expose himself, but there was no time to worry about small things like that. Taking one of the small rounded stones he found and kept in a makeshift pouch he had made from weaving together a few of the other strips of dirty cloth, he placed it into the sling, making an overhand throw with his arm after giving it one quick twirl as he had been taught by a hunter friend of his father's in the village he was born long ago. It was not his favoured weapon, and he was a little rusty, but he had reasonable competence in using it. The stone sailed through the air. Even if it missed the projectile would probably be enough to disrupt the bats' initial attack. He prepared another stone, twirling it in the sling, ready to strike at any bat that looked like it was about to attack someone.