The first swarm glided from the tree branches in such a thick grouping that they formed a dark ominous shadow above the cleric. When Ichigo looked up, what he saw didn’t really trouble him. They were small and furry with long bottle brush tails. He actually smiled, and started chuckling - which is why he got a faceful of squirrel fire.
“Argh!” The catton exclaimed, rearing back from the first small gout of flame, which smelled vaguely like roasted chestnuts.
Wordsworth squawked angrily and spread its wings wide to bat the flying squirrels out of the air. Once tossed to the ground, Hissabelle pounced on them, causing the tiny creatures to scatter and dash for the cover of the trees. Arrows whizzed through the air, pinning several squirrels to the bark of the trees they’d been climbing
