Arden ran through the crowd, heart racing and mind set. He barked at flummoxed gentleman and shrieking ladies to evacuate the square and scooped up crying children to get them out of harm’s way. Overhead, swooping black shadows raked spectral claws through minds and tore through the ranks of the beleaguered city guard.

“Don’t fight, get people out of the square!” he roared at a soldier with a plumed helmet.

The guard looked at him, terrified and sweating.

“Who are you?” he asked nervously.

Arden span about and walked up to him calmly.

“I am the one trying to save these people. Those creatures,” he pointed upwards, “can’t be hurt with swords and arrows. Evacuate the square, and do it quickly.” He left nothing else to the imagination and disappeared into the swell and crush of people fleeing towards the eastern boulevard entrance.