A shadow tendril snaked out from the darkness, wrapping around the guard's ankle and yanking him backward. He lost his balance and fell with a startled **thud**, his gun clattering to the ground. Before he could recover, another tendril—this time tipped with sharp spikes—shot out from the ground beneath him.
**Shk!**
The spike impaled him through the head, the eerie sound of it piercing flesh followed by the dull crack of bone. The guard's body twitched once, then lay still. His flashlight rolled awkwardly away, the beam of light bouncing as it spun across the pavement.
The remaining guard's eyes narrowed when he noticed the strangely moving beam of light. "Hey!" he shouted, starting to move toward the spot. But as he turned around to glance over his shoulder, he found himself face-to-face with Don.
**Wham!**