I had clicked into that perfect gait; stride long, breathing in long, rhythmic patterns, and Lazarus keeping up with me, bounding along on the tarmac. My backpack was strapped to my body, so there was little chafing from the backpack. 
I was feeling the most confident since Tsefahn had released me from Service. The City had shown it's frustration, and should therefore be calm around here now. It created the cache as a promise for me, an apology gift for collapsing two walls on me earlier. 

Or maybe the City was just doing things beyond any idea of thought, and was unthinkingly throwing these events together. Either way, I was feeling good.

I guess the City has a strange sense of humor for what happened next. 

My first clue for the changing mood of the City was when the pavement started going bad and the surroundings started to creak like they were ready to collapse. 

"Lazarus! Heel!"

Lazarus looked at me, perking his ears up and moving to my side. 

When the buildings do start to collapse, I've already taken the precaution of moving into the middle of street, so the slumping crashing of the buildings don't get me. 

As I stop to catch my breathe, I sense Lazarus raise his hackles an hear him growl softly. 

Looking up, I see the shadow graphers. Not many, but they were forming off into things.

"Alright, Lazarus. Let's get ready to kick some ass."

Pulling my blade from it's sheathe, I sic Lazarus on the forming shoggoth beast. Lazarus's jaws are perfect for tearing apart beasts like that. Lazarus speeds forwards to the shoggoth beast, leaping into the air to slam into it, jaws at the ready.

Meanwhile, I'll just have to carve up some shadow graphers.

Lunging forwards with my blade, I swing a heavy downwards chop towards the nearest one, intending to slice it apart.