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[Hoofbeats pound the streets, sparks flying as the black destrier, dark as night, charges through the city. Steam streams from its nostrils, an angry, piercing whinny echoing throughout the night.
And on its back... a rider clad equally in night, armored- though one cannot say from head to foot as this is the most striking thing about it. There is no head upon its shoulders, only a sword in hand and a tattered cloak streaming behind it like demonic wings as they all but fly through the streets.
Dare you draw its attention? It would be wisest to flee....]