BattleDemon
"I hope you know what your doing." "I'm not interested in dying in an hare-brained attempt." "So then let the games begin eh?" BattleDemon ignored his last sentence and instead focused on the situation before her. The guards and the diggers. She approached them without warning Schemeko and practically walked up to one of the Karmanians before it realized she was his enemy. With speed and agility that betrayed her scarred up body, she had lunged forward and crushed his throat. With the dying wolf still within her jaws she looked at the other guards who seemed to react a second too late by letting her drop the wolf and run. Battle ran back toward Schemeko with the guards and digger following after her. "Run you idiot!" She howled at him, her voice full of something close to laughter and glee. Adrenaline rushed through her as she turned down another tunnel, knowing that she really didn't have a plan when she'd commanded Schemeko to follow. What she was doing was sheer stupidity.
BattleDemon didn't know these caves, nor did she know if she was going to survive the next hours of her life or if Schemeko realized that she'd fooled him into doing a suicidal run with her. If he died, she wouldn't care and from past observations, she thought none of the others would either. Now though, after being visited by some Gods, she wouldn't die without fight nor would give up. She would fight to live this time.