Durzo had drawn the long dirk at his side as soon as he saw Cain react to the snap of something being set off. He had sprung backwards when he saw the flames erupt from the trap, hoping Cain hadnt just gotten himself killed. Before he had time to react and try to help his comrade, he felt a muscular arm wrap around his neck from behind and tighten. Durzo's reflexes kicked in, and before the arm could tighten any more, Durzo shoved his dirk behind him, and felt it enter the flesh of whatever it was that had grabbed him. The arm that was around his neck twitched and he heard a cry of pain from behind him. The arm loosened, allowing Durzo to slip out of the Demons grip. He quickly ducked down into a crouching position, putting the palm of his free hand on the ground to support his weight as he swung his lightly armored right leg around in a circular motion, with the intent of connecting it with the Demons head.
Durzo's crouching roundhouse kick slammed into the demons jaw, and a crunch could be heard and felt through the thin steel plate strapped to his shin, obviously the sound of bones breaking. The short yet muscular demon fell to the ground with a hard thud, and Durzo knelt beside it, and looked into the slits of its eyes for a split second before burying his dirk into it again, except this time right into the middle of the neck, severing its spine with the force of the stab.
Durzo took no chances on letting an enemy that crossed him survive. He never got caught off guard, and for good reason.
"Move toward the chute Durz, we can't afford ta be cornered here when more arrive invest'gate tha pand'monium."
Transfixed onto the dark colored blood of the demon puring out of the wound, Durzo heard Cain's words echo through the room, or maybe it just seemed to echo. Either way, Durzo yanked his dirk free and stood, turning his head towards Cain to quickly assess if the other scout was in mortal danger of dying from his burns. After a quick moment, satisfied that Cains condition was non-lethal, Durzo sheathed his dirk and bolted towards the chute before any more Demons could block him from it. He ran as quick as his legs could move him, his black cloak trailing in the air behind him, and dropped his body downwards onto the ground, turning his sprint into a slide, and dropped down into the chute. He felt the pull of gravity as his body dropped downwards, and he grunted as he swung his legs so that they were positioned below him, just in time as he felt the ground reach him. He landed slightly off balance, and felt pain shoot up his left leg from his ankle, involuntarily sending a short cry of pain from behind his clenched teeth. Probably a sprained ankle, judging from how hard he hit and how he landed. He hoped it was just a sprained ankle, and not a broken one at least.
Durzo immediately drew his burnt colored yew bow and notched an arrow to its string as he scooted backwards a few feet on his ass until he felt his back touch a wall. It was dark, and he did not know if there were any Demons around, waiting to ambush him after hearing the commotion above. He steadied his breaths, and didnt make a sound, trying to listen for any signs of movement around him, and waiting for Cain to join him. He felt pain throbbing in his ankle, and prayed that it was not broken. He was not able to stand, and that meant he was at a disadvantage if any demons got close enough. That was why he drew his bow. Archery required good stance, yes, but on your ass it was better to kill an enemy from afar rather than let them get close and try to gut them with a dagger. Using his sword was also out of the question, it was too long to be wielded efficiently from his position. So he held it horizontally, like a crossbow, and waited in silence and darkness for Cain to join him, and hoping his comrade hadnt gotten himself killed.