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Vlad had expected a foul smell, but he could not have guessed that the Rat was brewing actual death in his bowels. The vomit came immediately, splattering down the Russian's chest as he stumbled up the beach and away from the invisible threat. His brother scampered off, blemishing the coastline with smaller but equally noxious toots. Vlad could almost see the air blacken in the cackling creature's wake. He watched until the Rat and his army of parasites was a speck in the distance, until the sour scent of vomit forced him to seek out a tidal pool with enough water to bathe in. He laughed from start to finish, until his throat burned and the smell in the air had cleared.