The arena, the seats, in fact the entire circus is chaos. As screaming as people try to get out, marble pillars crash around them, and beneath their feet the ground literally tears itself apart. It's like some scene out of hell, or as close as Jacob could imagine it to be.
His own blade is drawn, but considering it's not made for this sort of fight, it's easier to fight these things off with what is at hand. Bits of marble, a broken spear from the gladiator fights, anything that can be used to put some distance between the strange lurching shadow men and the fleeing crowd is fair game.
But that means those few of them fighting the shadows are soon some of the only ones left, and there are not many of them. He grabs one of the swords from the ground, dropped by an unfortunate soldier of the Hand when they fell into the gaping abyss, and sees someone helping up a fallen local.
"We can't stop this." He says, as the ground shakes again, "Just get out, come on!"
The Rattling
His own blade is drawn, but considering it's not made for this sort of fight, it's easier to fight these things off with what is at hand. Bits of marble, a broken spear from the gladiator fights, anything that can be used to put some distance between the strange lurching shadow men and the fleeing crowd is fair game.
But that means those few of them fighting the shadows are soon some of the only ones left, and there are not many of them. He grabs one of the swords from the ground, dropped by an unfortunate soldier of the Hand when they fell into the gaping abyss, and sees someone helping up a fallen local.
"We can't stop this." He says, as the ground shakes again, "Just get out, come on!"