(They don't notice the cat, at least not at first.
Legion looks slightly more worse for wear than they usually do when they come barreling down the beach, but it doesn't stop them from screeching the most horrible mechanical noise imagineable as they chase predators away from the kaleidoshells. It's more a threat display than anything, though particularly bold creatures might get a light whack to drive them away. They do not truly harm anything: every blow is precisely calculated, every footstep avoids hitting any turtles.
It doesn't take long to drive most things away. They stop.
It'll be about that time that they become aware of another presence on the beach.)
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Legion looks slightly more worse for wear than they usually do when they come barreling down the beach, but it doesn't stop them from screeching the most horrible mechanical noise imagineable as they chase predators away from the kaleidoshells. It's more a threat display than anything, though particularly bold creatures might get a light whack to drive them away. They do not truly harm anything: every blow is precisely calculated, every footstep avoids hitting any turtles.
It doesn't take long to drive most things away. They stop.
It'll be about that time that they become aware of another presence on the beach.)
Yellowfang.