One by one, the hazy shapes drew closer, emerging from the rainstorm like eerie apparitions. The pelting rains were quickly turning the fields muddy and showed no signs of stopping - Vica shifted her weight from one foot to the other and felt the softening ground begin to give way underneath her. She grimaced. Whatever happened, Vica didn't want to deal with it while wet soil sucked on the soles of her shoes.
She watched their approach with wary eyes. Under the hoods of their dark cloaks, she could barely see their eyes or any other distinguishing features, but none of them kept their hands where she could see them. No doubt, they were thoroughly armed with all manner of weapons and deadly intent; now that they were nearly upon her and Constantine, she could make out the shapes of scabbar
