Kai left Kleo to her slumber, though she'd be unable to sleep for the next several hours.
The city welcomed him with cold silence and long alleys steeped in crime and grime. The perfect hunting ground.
It didn't take long.
A man stumbled into a torchlit corridor behind the brewery in the West Wards, clutching a bloodstained coin pouch. Two others followed, arguing over the best escape route.
'My first rats of the evening.'
Kai quickly threw up his barriers before stepping closer.
They didn't notice Kai until the bone lances pierced three of the men's legs, crippling them in place.
Screams erupted.
The fourth tried to run, but a spear made of compressed shadow pierced him before he could turn the corner. Not that he could have. The barriers would have broken his nose if he ran headfirst into them.
Kai stepped forward, his eyes blank.
One of the wounded men looked up and whispered, "It's… It's the Slayer."
