Bodies creak and moan around them. If he weren't so distracted he might notice that one or two seem to not even notice the pair of trespassers: two corpses in a state of deep decay shamble toward the docks.
More hands burst from the ground and grab at Kahlil, finger bones sharpened from clawing at stone tear through the bottom of his cloak and slash at his boots. He kicks them back, but just like with Lucifer their grip remains even when severed from the wrist.
He tries to retreat but something from behind grabs him around the shoulders as a headless torso starts crawling up his cloak. He manages to break its grip, at the cost of dropping his cudgel.
"This is too many..." he calls out as he slips out of his cloak, letting the crawling torso fall to the ground tangled up in it. He retrieves his cudgel from the ground and starts smashing it.
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Bodies creak and moan around them. If he weren't so distracted he might notice that one or two seem to not even notice the pair of trespassers: two corpses in a state of deep decay shamble toward the docks.
More hands burst from the ground and grab at Kahlil, finger bones sharpened from clawing at stone tear through the bottom of his cloak and slash at his boots. He kicks them back, but just like with Lucifer their grip remains even when severed from the wrist.
He tries to retreat but something from behind grabs him around the shoulders as a headless torso starts crawling up his cloak. He manages to break its grip, at the cost of dropping his cudgel.
"This is too many..." he calls out as he slips out of his cloak, letting the crawling torso fall to the ground tangled up in it. He retrieves his cudgel from the ground and starts smashing it.
He liked that cloak too.