Bobbie
*Walking down the dimly lit pathway, nothing in particular would show up to he suspicious of any kind. It made sense that the area was as dark as it was; most of the light came from the commotion that was happening in the city due to the weekly market, so it made sense that only the people who didn't want to go would stay in their own homes. Besides, the market was seen as a day of release and enjoyment to the town of Kladingir, not just another chore to accomplish paired with a day to replenish all the used food stores most families had at this time. A good 40 or so feet would be barely visible as you two walked into the district, but the occasional movement from a window or a small animal dashing between one bush to another. The wind would whisper a soft spell, blowing across the trees, rustling the leaves and creating a misleading feeling of peace.*

*Suddenly, as you three were about 60 feet away from the gate in which you entered, an object would land behind you to your right. It hit the ground with a loud thud, and soon after, another object would land behind you two, sounding heavier than the last. You wouldn't be able to tell which direction the objects came from; you could only guess. The two objects would also begin to reek a foul odor, filling your nostrils with an odious scent.*
Susan
Horace looks towards the sound that came from behind, "What the...? Mai get ready." He'd speak an incantation quietly as he draws his dagger ``Dark Sight (10 mana used, 90 remaining``. "Friend or foe!" The elf yells out toward the object, as he places a hand over his mouth and nose trying to block out the smell. He thought back to the last mission with the disgusting smell that caused his fellow fighters to vomit, he wondered if this was even half as bad. He would shake his head, *"Now's not the time for remembering, i gotta focus on this fight!"* From the sound of the thud he could tell this opponent was big, maybe too big too handle. The elf would enter a stance that allows him to defend or run at a moments notice.
Timothy
Mai continued to walk with Horace, until... Two objects fell behind them with a surprise attack. At first she didn't quite understand what it could do, but then a little of the smell entered Mai's nostrils, causing her hand to cover her nose and mouth quickly and making her cough a bit. *"We can't smell it! It can be poisonous, and I don't want to vomit because of those things again."* She thought for a moment. Her right hand held her throwing knife, ready to attack what threatened them. *"Show up! Where is he? Although it may not be Styx, right?"* She thought once more, trying to identify where their opponent was with her dark vision.
Bobbie
*As Horace turned towards the object, he would be able to make out the outline of mutilated, grotesque limbs with blood spattered all over the flesh. It looked to be the arm of a woman, though it was incredibly disfigured. Large chunks of flesh would be seemingly ripped off, revealing the stark white bone of the corpse part, and blood would be spilling through the severed veins of the arm. The fingers of the hand were barely hanging on; rather than the normal, smooth meat that would be put on the bones, the fingers looked to be ravenously torn apart like how the rest of the arm looked. Flies were swarming about, trying to get a taste of the body part, but there was also the matter of the other object. The second object would seem to be a foot cut cleanly at the ankles, the bone completely cut clean if you looked at it from a top down view. However, this looked relatively fine compared to the arm; flies and blood still flowed down the mass of flesh, but it wasnt nearly as ripped as the other one.*

*Though, it would seem that their 'opponent' had hidden themselves well. Even with Mai's darksight, she could only see so much. No figures would be present anywhere, as far as you could see, anyway.*
Susan
"Dear god!" The elf shouts out, taking a step back. "W-why...?" His grip on his dagger tightened, as he gazed upon the outline of the severed arm. "M-Mai... You see anything?" He said in a disgusted yet fearful tone. He was clearly caught off guard by severed limb, the only dead thing Horace thought he'd see today was Styx. He wondered who the arm belonged to and where it came from, though he turned his attention away from it to face Mai, "We should go... We're at a disadvantage here, we can't see anything from the darkness... Lets wait until morning."