Vincent's undead warriors burst into the building they had identified as containing the spies and the transmission mirrors, Vincent himself was sitting across from Elaina in the carriage. He had just finished saying 'I will contact you again when I have use for you.' Letting Elaina overlay the image of the enemy general over him and transmit it to their mirror in place of the man they had been contacting.

“How was my performance?” Vincent said out loud, in his mind tugging at the motes of unlife connected to him, urging them find the two men who were his targets quickly and subdue them.

Almost immediately he felt resistance. It was like ordering his zombies to try to 'subdue' a target didn't really compute for them. They could understand hitting a target till it stopped moving, but keeping it alive but unable to escape felt foreign to them.

Vincent quickly crafted a new curse in his mind, one that would force his zombies to follow his orders more exactingly, and threw it over the zombies currently engaging the enemy.

He felt like he was almost controlling them directly now, telling them to swing and to grab, but as he was unable to see the fight he could feel the battle turning against him.

“Vincent? Are you doing okay? Your zombies looked like they were winning but now they are just wiffing at the air.” Elaina said, her eyes had taken on a telltale white glow as she was seeing through the eyes of someone or something else in the house they were assaulting.

“Had to, they were going to kill him... now I'm trying to control them directly but I can't see where I am swinging.”

“Uh... let me help. The fat guy is bleeding out and the little guy has slit like three throats so far. I think he's starting to catch on.”

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“Can you tell me where he is in relation to the zombie with the axe?”

“Forward and to the right... OOH, yeah that's a hit, did you mean to hit him with the flat of the axe?”

“Yeah, don't want to kill him, where'd he go?”

“He's behind the axe zomb... and I think he just cut the axe zombies tendons, it's on it's knees now. Uh... Uh... hold on!”

Elaina grabbed Vincent's hand and opened her eyes wide, the pale white glow turning silver and seeming to reach towards Vincent's vision.

And all of a sudden Vincent's view was not of the interior of the carriage, but of the inside of the safehouse they were assaulting. In greyscale, Vincent was able to make out the interior, and could see the skinny and sharp nosed man with a sharp blade going to work on a second of his zombies, darting in behind it and going for the tendons in it's ankles.

“Oh I don't think so.”

Vincent twitched, sending a spark of control in his mind to the zombie that was about to get hamstrung and it obediently shot it's arm down, grabbing the man's shoulder, and then hurled him back and into a table below the distance mirror he had just been speaking into.

The man's hand moved down to his pocket, then flashed out towards Vincent's eyes, and all of a sudden his vision was filled with bright white sparks.

Vincent reflexively brought his hands to his eyes, momentarily losing control of his minions. His vision faded back into view, this time back in the carriage. He sensed no more hostility from his minions.

Elaina shook her head. “He's gone.”

“Damn.”