[iC] Petorgas looked up. He saw a jagged, uneven shape in the dusk sky. It seemed to be growing, expanding- there was no doubt about it. Nui-Rama were swarming on him, and he had to defend himself. He pulled out his rifle. Various corpses of the monsters he was shooting were falling out of the large swarm, but the humming noise that always comes with Nui-Rama, was growing louder. He reloaded. The reload was always a pain. He almost got killed whilst changing magazines, a few months ago. They came closer, and he slowly realized he was going to need help. With a disgusted moan, he muttered, "I gotta find a temporary partner."