[center][h2]Draugr[/h2][/center]

The draugr hopped onto the crashed debris with a surprising amount of nimbleness, lightning arcing across it's skin as it looked for that which it's Master sought. Tesla squinted through his monocle from atop the Church, scanning the debris for it's most likely location. Ah, there we go. If the train crashed in such a particular way that debris would end up in such a formation, the spear would have to be under that pile of twisted metal and flesh. Tesla frowned as he saw people struggling to crawl to safety, bleeding out in piles of bodies. Truly this war was a disaster on a scale unlike any Japan had seen. Regardless, the Draugr got to work as it lifted metal off of the discarded spear, grabbing it with one hand while holding up several tons of scrap with the other. Tesla nodded to himself as he scanned the horizon, vaguely noting the other familiars on their way there already. Two more draugr leapt from the Church towards the Railyard, they would be there within minutes. But until then, Tesla sighed as several invisible red lines appeared all around the trains. A child clung to his deceased mother, crying as he knelt on his unmangled leg.

The lines disappeared, the mortar cannons retreating into the Church as the draugr began heading back. All it needed to do was make it back to the fence, after that the spear was theirs. And so the draugr leapt towards the Church to rendezvous with it's fellow corpses, meeting up with them in the middle and preparing for battle as they retreated.