Everything around them seemed to dissolved into utter chaos once the mosquitos broke free from the ceiling. Clint was quick to start digging through his pack, hoping to find something of use but all he could find that might do any good were matches. Perhaps the sulfur smell would dissuade them even if they were attracted to the light.

Or maybe a makeshift torch. He quickly set to breaking a wooden chair then shrugged it off his jacket to tear off a strip of his shirt and wrapped it around the leg of the chair he'd broken. "Grab a chunk of wood!" he shouted to anyone that might hear, "And wrap some fabric around it to make a torch!" He then set to getting it lot with the matches he had and began thrusting it at the swarm as they came nearer hoping that fire would do the trick.

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