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Entering the room where the tengu were hiding, the group could see only four more of their feathered nemesis remained. Three seemingly regular troops and their commander. The tengu's old leader looked upon the group with a frustrated scowl.

"Well, I'd have to admit....I wasn't expecting this much resistance from pathetic little Poyo," the old, wizened looking Tengu spoke, his red wrinkled face, glaring upon the would-be saviors of Poyo. "Ah...now, I see it. Beast-men. An oni. An asura... Hmm, one of our own. All of you outsider's who happened to pass by. Or perhaps partake in the celebration. ..." the old tengu muttered, scratching his bristly gray beard. "I pains me to admit your arrival was not one I anticipated. Nor did I anticipate the use of necromancy..."

The old tengu smiled cruelly. "Times must be bleaker than I thought, for such abilities to exist nowadays. Luckily, I hold enough power to banish such dark magic!" the old tengu beamed as his entire visage became coated in flame as he commanded his three remaining subordinates, "Do not let them live! Do not let them reach the chest!" And with that he darted down a hallway opposite of Poyo's defenders were standing, in pursuit of the chest and whatever treasure lied inside.

The three remaining tengu, each got into a formation. One drew twin blades and flanked the group on the left, while another brandished a large battle axe and flanked the group on the right. The third stayed in the back, armed with a bow, and used his mastery over fire magic to light the arrow heads aflame.

"These three will be tougher than the ones outside..." Suiken noted. "But not too much of an obstacle!" Suiken shouted as he charged at the battle axe brandishing tengu. "We have to make this quick! We can't let their leader slip through our fingers! Some of us can hold these three off while the others follow their leader!"