[h2]Down in the Mausoleum (Lower Floor)[/h2]

Watching the ensuing decimation of the undead and the monstrosity, the shadow hovering in the back hastily threw a knife--hardly caring at [i]what[/i] it was aimed, although with the smooth throw, it was going to hit somebody if not dealt with--and backed off towards the stairs, scrambling at something about their neck. Some sort of pendant, by appearances.

If anyone grew close enough--or had exceptional hearing--they would hear a man's voice, muttering. "Damon, you bastard... break it for a boost? [i]How[/i]?"