Reynar awoke with a pain filled gasp, and the feeling of the scraping gravel beneath him. Something was dragging him, and panic set in. How he got there escaped him, but now in that twisted place, he fought be released by whatever the warped claw belonged to. A ghastly snickering filled his ears, resounding from something that could not have been human. As he slowly started to disappear beneath the shadow, the creature stopped. "What have we here," the throaty reverberating voice hummed. Reynar pitched his head back to see the woman he'd tried to save leaned against the brick wall. 

Then he remembered, "I'm dead?" and so was she. The chuckle grew louder as the claw retracted, then in a flurry of movement the ghastly form bounded toward the woman, who when finally waken, wailed in terror. He struggled to his feet. His body felt weak, unresponsive, but the still unbelieving Reynar, couldn't let his supposed death be in vain; at least, not entirely. He wavered toward the creature, "Hey." He chuckled slightly at the thought, [i]well this seems familiar.[/i]