Time passed and Kat had to fend of a few more of the weird croc-fish things. They came to investigate on a fairly regularly schedule of about once every fifteen minutes. Sometimes they'd come in groups of three or more, other times a lone one would investigate and run off without prompting.
For the larger groups it was always up to Kat to scare them off. It wasn't the most pleasant of jobs, and Kat was honestly rather thankful that Lily had her face buried at the moment, preventing her girlfriend from watching the death throws of the beasts. After the third attempted attack Kat started to mix things up. Just launching fire from her feet was easy and rather routine at that point.
