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Silent he chased Dravon when he shot up the stairs. The new surroundings surprised him a little bit he had thought the builders had intended the ruin to be some kind of fortress but such a grand entrance hall suggested another motive. The guards seemed to be holding out against their enemy using their terrain and ranged weaponry to their advantage against the slow but tenacious abominations. Dravon jumped behind a pillar obviously he intended that the rest of the group followed his example and Elruin intended to obey. He sprinted to reach the closest pillar of stone reaching an impressive speed in a short time before he found shelter. The shot fired confirmed his suspicion and his opinion about human soldiers calmly cursing the fact that Creed didn’t teach their captain telepathy. Dravon looked like he had just narrowly dodged the cold embrace of death but that meant somebody had just missed and wasted a bullet in the process.

He slowly approached the soldiers observing every man with a dark expression searching for the fool that had shot the Crawl but he couldn’t distinguish between one human and another they all looked the same to him. He only abandoned his quest for revenge when something bashed the gate with all its strength. Why was there a gate? To keep invaders out, or to keep something inside? He cautiously pulled his sword revealing the cruel curved formed of the black blade pointing it towards the door in his other hand red flames danced between his fingers. The second the gates showed an opening he grabbed his blade with both hands firing a small white beam from its tip that exploded violently but silently the second it touched anything. The Ash fiend held his ground eyeing the actions of his allies to see their plans it would be foolish to continue casting spells and just stupid to charge.