With each step Isadora took on the stairs it made a creaking noise under her weight, like a pending warning of the crisis she was about to face.
Her heart throbbed fiercely in her chest and singled out every other noise, to her ears it sounded as if drums were beating with urgency.
She cautiously turned to her nightmare while holding onto the small broken piece of wood she had acquired, it was sharp enough to induce damage.
Kraven's smile stretched. His vision distorted making everything double, Isadora appeared six before his eyes but the look on her face interested him more.
The smell of her fear was strong but the disdain was pure exhilaration.
He leaned away from the bulwark causing the raven on his shoulder to fly away and perch on a surface instead.
He noticed as Isadora's eyes followed it. It was no news that ravens were ominous and the sight of them brought nothing but death and grim.
