The beat of its spectral wings brought the Jailor ever closer to Mistletoe, all the while its gargoyles kept an unbreaking watch over Kenza. "Do not run from me, fragile one", it echoed at the hunter it had just injured. "You only prolong the inevitable." The shackles it carried clinked as they shook with each beat of wing, but before it quite reached the one of elven blood, it turned to look back and made a quick evasive move to the left. It had heard the shelves starting to fall and avoided them to its best.

Even the gargoyles were momentarily distracted by the sudden jolt of their master, but quickly set back on guarding Kenza... or chasing after her, if she decided to run. As for Mistletoe, the Jailor seemed suddenly disinterested in her, instead turning to face the location from where the shelves had begun tumbling down. "I see. Prepare yourself", it declared in as a matter-of-fact tone as a spectral echoing voice at all could and began its flight towards Derrick.

The rumble of the bookshelves soon reached the final one, sending the final domino piece crashing down on the mutilated carcass of the spider that had once called this library its home. Undoubtedly the same structure would crush many of the smaller arachnids, but as evidenced by the amounts of them that began pouring out from underneath, that was hardly all of them. They had been startled.

[@Dusksong][@Lord of Evil]