Michael/Janus - No. 5
He grinned. He was confident that her roommate Janus was the one Atticus had talked about in slightly ominous terms. He still wasn't sure if he wanted to meet that guy, but Rock-singer-namesake Janis was okay by him. "I'm very boring," he asserted, matter-of-fact as a newscast. "Plus, I usually just fill an Aquafina bottle with vodka. I was trying to impress you. And an old girlfriend's name I think would have been worse than the water bottle, probably. Arguably, though, if I wanted to make the worst decision, I would have gotten her name tattooed on my arm. Possibly a flask with her name on it tattooed on my arm. Oh look," and here a pause, at last, "Birds."
Birds indeed. Birds rising out of the forest, not too far away. They weren't bats - animals weren't really his area, but he could at least tell the difference. They didn't move like bats, either, they moved like a late in the day murmuration of starlings. They...well, they were coming their way.
The cloud of flying somethings rose higher and higher, thickening as it did so, filling from below in waves. Soon it was so thick that the individual figures could no longer be made out.
It hovered impossibly high. There was enough time to ask, prosaically, "What the hell are those things?" before they descended toward them with the speed of a hammer blow.