Lady Raven and the Battle on Brownsville Island

Hoke entered the basement by memory and continued feeling his way in with his hands and feet. It helped that the man had loaded and unloaded literally thousands of crates in and out of that basement from the river boat over the last few months. As his back foot touched down on the basement floor, he crouched again and used his ears to survey the area since his eyes were useless in all of the blackness.
Amidst the shadows Lady Raven began to rise up off the floor, along with the chair she was chained too, in the middle of the basement. She floated through the air silently until she hovered below the floor of the parlor that now resided above her head.
Hoke moved left. One hand on the wall of the basement, the other gripping his pistol out in front of him, as he penetrated the shadows in search of the woman chained in the basement. His movements were careful and calculated as he began to systematically move through the open space.
Once the large man was beneath her Lady Raven allowed herself, and the chair she was chained too to drop, trampling Hoke and forcing him to the ground in an unconscious pile. Suddenly the basement quickly cleared of the gaseous shadows leaving only the stairway chalked full of the total blackness as it continued seeping out into the office and parlor around Jensen’s desk filling up the room.
Lady Raven located Hoke’s keys. Pulling them free she unlocked one hand then the other. Her ankles followed, and she effortlessly rose up and off of the crumpled man now covered by her chair and chains like a bird taking flight from the ground.