If Diane's song continued, and Valor was intent to stick to his threat. The armour gave the girl a second to listen to Emily's order, but the attack continued to eat away at Sean. Then it heard a high-pitched shriek from the ragworm; Vignar's fire breath consumed the monster's flesh and melted the metallic spikes; repelling the worm and letting go of Vignar.
At that point, Eight dashed to the side and aimed it's giant crossbow at Valor. It shot at the armour, but it barely managed to dent it. Even so, Valor swung Fran between the two and the bolts hit the hostage instead; fashioning her stomach like a needle-cushion. The bolts were small and likely wouldn't do much damage, but Valor would. When Eight stopped firing, Valor raised Fran high in the air; preparing to slam her down on her own cage to break the woman... But Valor had to be fast, because thanks to Eight's distraction, Fran was no longer between him and Emily, or Vignar for that matter...
The rotting smell lingered deeper in the woods. Few corpses of animals laid scattered, as they were covered in fungi. Animals from weasels, to bears to deers, laid lifeless with mushroom ridden hides. Some were even molded together like Siamese twins. Tiny bugs darted around them, going in and out. However, most notable was their constant change in pace. They would move slower and stick closer to the corpses when a loud buzzing would scour over the treetops. Every now and then, the shadow of a giant wasp would pass. The wasps did not seem to pay attention to the holders, but would come down near the animal corpses and ravage them with their stingers; when the tinier bugs flew out; the wasps spat the same liquid as the librarians had received at the swarms; after which it was sucked up again and the wasp flew away. They were scavenging each and every last of the parasites...
At least, so one would hope. Somewhere in the bushes a sloth dropped near the librarians. Like the other animals, it was clearly dead and covered in fungi. However, this one, unlike the other corpses, was moving closer quickly. If any had a chance to pay close attention to the critter, they could see that it was missing it's eyes, and in it's sockets there were tiny eggs and larvae crawling. There were more parasites than the body could handle... From the sloth, bugs ascended and ambushed the librarians. Small swarms would rush for their ears and mouth; trying to enter them...