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Sector 4 was a place the knight found some solemn peace at. With all the different architecture, there was even some reminding him of the west European style back from his time. 

Running his hand along the coarse stone wall he wandered through an alleyway in the dark. The lights were poor and most of it emanated from the marking growing from his chest in it’s teal lights, slowly increasing and fading in strength as if it followed the rhythm of his breathing.

The silence of the night was to be shortlived for the man. He had felt their presence slowly crawling around him. And now the snarling could be heard, it was evident he was the prey of a pack of beasts, still hidden in the dark.

Slowly he pulled out the wooden sword from its sheath on his back. Violence was a commodity for the former king. Reaching an open terrace, Siegfried turned around just as the swipe of the beastkin narrowly missed him. 

Werewolves, there were warnings of them lurking during the night, and here was with three of them. 

Blocking a strike from such instinct running beasts was a trivial thing. Yet they have him cornered and a wooden blade can only cut so deep with each swing on such thick hide.  While fending off one another came charging with a full body tackle to force the both of them down the terrace and down to the market below. Mid-air however, Siegfried turned the best around to be on the recieving end of the crash while having his blade thrust into the throat of the beast, the last gurgle sounds of resistance before the monster went limp. The impact proved fatal for the lycanthrope while its furred body served as a cushion for the landing, wrecking the pavement beneath.

The marking on Siegfried’s chest glowed eerily in the night as he wasn’t the only who tried to enjoy the nostalgic architecture of a past time. Another character was having their own handful of midnight monsters to deal with. However, those did not pay heed to Siegfried as they focused on their own prey.

Grabbing a closed barrel full of apple, he threw it with all his might at one of the beasts, knocking it down to the ground with the barrel breaking and the fruits pouring out.

“ What a dreaded night to have a curse.