You swing your Vake-killing club, but it just whizzes through the empty darkness. Something moves behind you and blazing pain erupts along your back. […]t you are bleeding heavily.
"I'd really prefer not to kill you," […] "The Vake would be miffed."
Your club slams […]. The Naturalist […] collapses […]
"Now... you're in... trouble," says the thing on the ground. "Such.. a pity... I was going... to wear... your ears."
It sighs out one last bubbling breath,and falls silent.
