"Did it just come out of the shadows?"
Rapidly, the creature split into many discerning the real from the fake would be quite a pain for Newt. His keen senses can't distinguish the
fake from real.
"Hmm... Don't tell me there is no fake among them? Are they all real? If so, then this is gonna be tough."
The dark, humid creatures screeched and scoffed simultaneously at him when he muttered an insulting remark concerning them. The monsters, moving at such high speed, jumping from shadow to shadow, threw uncoordinated attacks to Newt. They would appear in the hero's blind spot, aim for his limbs, and disappeared again when their attempts failed.
"Kriiieee!"
