The alley darkened unnaturally.
Over a dozen heads turned in unison, and then chaos broke out.
'Take the inquisitors first. They're the only threat here.'
"Wh–who the fuck-!" one of the bandits yelled.
The question was never finished. From the darkness behind Kai, a skeletal claw reached forward and ripped the first inquisitor from the ground by his throat. Joe flung the man into the wall hard enough to explode his bones like brittle sticks.
"By the gods!" the other inquisitor screamed, stepping back.
Ralts emerged next, her blackened flesh oozing between joints, face stitched with runes, and lips sewn in a grin. With a simple gesture, flesh from the fallen man snaked like a worm toward another thug, twisting around his legs, pinning him in place.
"Help me!" the man screamed.
