[Doctor Gabriel]

A wet thud and a hissing click signalled Our Beloved King's landing and the return of his Chainswords to their sheaths on his back.

"What the hell..."

The Vagrant King had traveled far in his strange life and seen some of the most unimaginable sights a man can at his age. But nothing matched the surreal, disturbing nature of what he saw before him now.

The girl he'd followed there was covered in the Bumbleraffe's blood and clutching the fragile, still form of another girl, that was in some unholy manner connected to the beast.

His squelching footsteps through the gore echoed in the now eerily silent street as he carefully approached the Kafkaesque tragedy before him. There almost something almost ceremonial about the way the girl bathed in blood clutched the other's hand that he felt uncomfortable disturbing them.

"Do you..." King Gabriel asked hesitantly, "know what that thing was?"

He tried to avoid looking directly at her by instead scanning the skyline for the source of the shots that had helped him bring the creature down while awaiting a reply.