Shadows abandoned me, then curled around dozens of guards like dark ropes. A few Ravens cried out, trying to bat them away. For a moment, the Nightrender did nothing. His eyes took in the field, his darkness, and he simply studied it. He took a long breath, shoulders lifting, then all he did was tilt his head to one side. A great snapping of bone echoed in the night. Ravens choked and fumbled, blood on their lips, necks twisted in wretched ways. A wash of bodies fell to the ground.
