"Right..." Vane followed him, holding his weapon in both hands as they crossed the darkened corridor. Once they were roughly at the halfway point, a loud thud was heard from in front of them as the thing they had seen was suddenly upon them, screeching loudly. Now it was closer, they could get a better idea of what it was. It appeared to be a torso from a suit of armour, spindly clawed fleshy appendages poking out of its arm holes and its bottom. In the neckhole, a nub of flesh lined with razor sharp snapping teeth was poking out, the beast using its remarkable speed to latch onto Eldarin's leg with a bite.