Up ahead, they saw two shadows, one taller than the other. And beyond that, amidst the moonlight, there danced two figures, engaged in a vicious battle.
The crow let out a victory cry as they grew nearer and sped into the sky, escaping. Greeves reached to slash it with his knife, but the bird was long gone, apparently having achieved its objective.
"Well, this is fucking ominous," Greeves muttered to himself. But since they were here anyway, he dared to approach those figures. There was nothing to fear regardless, not when Judas was by his side – there wasn't a man for miles around that could best him. Apparently sensing that there was danger in the air, Judas unhooked his axe from his hip and carried it low by his side.
As they neared, the two figures turned, showering them in animosity.
The smaller of the figures took a step back, hiding behind the first, in his straw hat.
"Merchant…" Came an irritated whisper. "To think you'd come as well."
