"I'm pretty sure vandalism is too, and you seem to have just messed up the lighting here."
"No Claravis, I don't think this is a vandal" Johnson said fearfully, noticing a humanoid figure exiting the darkness. He was rather tall and gangly, his skin pale and his eyes black. His armor was light, hidden by leather robes though retractable claws were quite noticeable on his hands.
"Johnson and I are acquaintances you see. He was amongst those mercenaries who hunted me down" the night hunter explained, showing his bounty poster with a stamp of the Macabre Militia.
"Survived each and every one. I must applaud his will to live... and pity his stupidity" he continued, encircling Johnson like a scavenger encircling a carcass.
"His companions however, not so lucky. That will be quite the talk if this encounter turns out to be the one" his raised claws showed a reflection of the group as he stopped his pacing.
"I know you won't just give in. So let me explain your rights..." his claws now aimed at them.
"You've given them away the moment you stepped foot here". He felt a tap on said claw, prompting him to look to his side. There Mayel stood, despite another glance revealing him to still be sitting where he was.
"Not bad, have you considered being a motivational speaker?" he said, an arm stabbing him from the other side, revealing Mayel to be standing there as well. The night hunter's scream of pain turned to laughter, followed by a sharp stab.
"Of course. First advice..." he said, raising the clown up while he was still impaled to his opponent's claws.
"Two can play this game!". Mayel was smashed through the table, prompting everyone to quickly back up, getting ready for this fight