The seal slowly started to react, like it had been asleep. Before it could do anything further, several more slugs fell on it, screaming and whooping, their hatchets slamming up and down. “How are they even swinging those axes?” Britney asked, fascinated. “They don’t even have arms.” “I’ve learned not to think about that sort of thing too much, and it makes everything so much easier,” Elle said.
