Arras's slays one of the lead horses. The dead weight starts to drag the horses toward the alley. With Xiara attacking from the side, and the flames exploding in front of them, the beasts lurch and turn down the side road. The wreck sounds like the god of thunder has come to walk among you. Arras is thrown, landing hard in a pile of refuse, but mostly unscathed.
Sister Rose takes the woman she accidentally injured aside. She is screaming and crying in pain, and muttering something unintelligible under her breath.
Marrick is pushing the crowd back, keeping them clear of the flames. The danger should be over, but something isn't quite right. The carriage is tipped on it's side, the horses that still live are screaming from their injuries, thrashing about trying to run still even though they are broken. Something in the carriage is moving. It's dark in the alley. Its hard to tell what it is...except...a carriage is supposed to carry people...there was no driver, but were there passengers?
The heavy wooden side of the vehicle explodes outward. A hulking black form suddenly erupts from within the broken wooden box, leaping to the ground next to the wreckage. It's skin is black as coal, and seems rocky and hard, like some kind of rough chitin armor. A foul black ichor flows from between the plates. Another form emerges, climbing out more slowly, but as the wood cracks loudly in it's clawed hands, you can see it is no less powerful.
When the second creature rises to it's full height, you can see that it is female. Clinging to it are spoiled, blood soaked silk remnants that may once have been a noble woman's dress. The other you can tell is male, from its wide stance and dangling bits. Their eyes are all too human as they stare out at you, glowing red in the darkness.
