[b]A bandaged June Bellicose stands in their way, Estoc drawn.[/b] "Hello there, gents. Do you think you can help me find something? [b]Eight razor limbs protrude from her back and impale the monks.[/b] I seemed to have lost your invitations here. Dante hasn't seen them Either." [b]As the gates close behind the men, Dante drops down from the chain spool, his nagamaki at the ready.[/b] "It's impolite to show up unannounced. Allow us to escort you out." [b]As the sun sets, orange rays of light reflect off of crimson puddles in the streets.[/b]

The men shudder once as the blades pierce them, then collapse.

The two dozen monks suddenly stand as soon as the two Guardsmen depart. The Cloaked Ones descend into the sewers of the capital, entirely unseen by any eyes or sense, human or otherwise.