[center][color=crimson][h3]Malveil: Main Street[/h3][/color][/center]
As the massive crow formation disappeared from his view, a part of Malveil wished he could test out the effectiveness of his chess pieces. It had been a while since he’d had a good brawl, and he was itching for a fight. But then again, he was sure that Saria would give him the fight he wanted, and the Red Blade as well. The woman had said that Saria was last seen around the southwest shore.

[color=crimson][i]If anything, I should get moving,[/i][/color] Malveil thought.

His pawns formed up in front of him, and he moved along, traversing the sprawling streets and decaying stone structures. Ahead of him, around the corner of an alleyway, he heard what could only be the screams and howls of the damned, and they were getting closer by the second. 

He knew not how many of the enemy were there, but he could prepare for the worst. Summoning his Knight, Rook, and Bishop, he set them to their positions. His Knight set up far in front of him, ready to charge. The Rook clambered up atop a pile of rubble, and his Bishop stood next to him, mace ready to crush the skulls of any who dared come. And he hoped they did.