DIONIN

They came with the midday sun, blacking out the sky. It started with the rumble of a deep constant thunder. Rattling with the fury of the propellers of 10,000 helicopters. It seared the mind, loosened the teeth. Hovering with their insect wings. And the braying, braying from their vile mouths. Their vile mouths spewing putrid sizzling froth, saturated with disease. Braying, like the motor that won't turn over. Sputtering. Backfiring. As they descended upon the village they trampled the men, pulverising their flesh and crushing their bones with wicked hooves. Their wretched hooves, so massive and unholy. That unforgiving swarm.