"I reckon my boy will be better than his old man at archery." a soldier commented through the darkened streets of Lionmane, the moon leaving a ghostly visage among the stoned paving.

"That ain't hard, you can't hit shit with a bow and arrow." the soldier marching alongside him chuckled, the metal armour clunking wildly with each step.

He hit him in the shoulder; there was a thunk as the metal gauntlet smacked against the Gorget that protected his shoulder. "Says you who almost hit the Captain last week with a crossbow."

There was a load smash as glass shattered not far from their position. Both soldiers looked up instinctively. They saw a dark shape eject from a window high up in the sky, hurtling towards the floor. Eventually, they heard the sound of a horrific thump encouraging both soldiers to sprint towards the remaining signs of the dark shape.

As they arrived, they discovered the twisted, deformed body surrounded by a pool of blood and body matter. One of the soldiers instantly wretched. "Bloody hell, " he commented, "That's one of the worst I've seen."

The other soldier looked up towards the location where the corpse fell. "Isn't that the Lady Nimue's room?" he asked, pointing towards the tower with the broken window.

"Aye, I guess I'd better report it and get someone to clean this mess up."

The soldier nodded before taking a look at the broken corpse. "Eh, doesn't that look a bit like Sir Vanderbilt?"

"Can't be, I heard he was dead."

"Well he is now." the soldier chuckled. His colleague sighed at his tasteless comment.

There was a loud crack from the body. Both soldiers took a step back and looked at each other uneasily.

"What was that?"

Another crack followed, followed by another. Within moments, the leg of the body returned from an unnatural angle to its rightful position.

"That ain't right?" commented the soldier as he looked at the other parts of the body gradually resetting themselves in a bizarre distasteful manner.

Drawn towards the unnatural phenomena, the two soldiers investigated further. Despite the body resetting its bones, the face was devoid of life. Despite the low light, they could both see that the face was empty of blood.

The braver of the soldiers knelt, avoiding the litres of blood that was seeping its way into the cobblestones. He turned his ear towards the mouth to listen for signs of breathing, but there was nothing.

Turning towards his colleague, he shook his head before turning towards the corpse again. Just as he did, the eyes opened.