As the two heros closed upon the site of the scream, other voices could be heard, male voices, thick with anger, but kept low. Closer still and the voices grew distinct. A harsh one spoke in a tone used to giving orders.<br/><br/>"No. We want her alive. That doesn't mean we can't have a little fun with her first. And you're going to pay for what you've done to Huang." This pronunciation was greeted by a chorus of rough sounding laughter.<br/><br/>{At a guess you would say there are somewhere between six and ten there, but til you get closer and can make out more than shadows in the fog, you can't tell for sure.<br/><br/>Since I'm going for a very cinematic feel to this, I'm taking a leaf from Feng Shui, and whatever props you want -within reason- are there for you to use. In a city street, that will include things like barrows, lamp posts, baskets and old crates, suitable positioned ornate roof carvings and so forth}<br/>