Lents shifts his weight, gazing through the mists as best he can. Suddenly, the thatch under his feet collapses. He tumbles down into a hovel, clipping a support beam with an armoured leg before knocking his head on the ground.
For a moment, everything is dark.
Then he looks up. The metal weathervane he had been hiding against is leaning dangerously.
With a crack, the support beam he had clipped breaks.
The last thing Lents sees is a metal rooster, plunging like a scruffy, flat angel of Death towards his face.
Poor Lents.
In other news, I'm going to have to drop out of the game. Perhaps I should have planned for this China trip