He, on the other hand, was used to this place. Far too used to it. There were other traps, and other demons lurking amongst every shadow- under every stone. Even the trees themselves were enemies in this forsaken, rotting wasteland. Far too many enemies were prominent for comprehension. He had no map, but he hadn't need of it. He'd spent most of his days in places like this, and like the monsters themselves was no stranger to every nook and every cranny of this terrible, terrible mire.
Walking forward tentatively- he resisted the urge to scold Eiko for coming. This was no place for a little girl, healing magic or not. And it wasn't- everything that was animate wanted nothing more than to rip the visitors to shreads. They cared not for involvement, lack of involvement, or age. Nothing.
"The staging point is northwest. Watch your step. Beyond here, the ground is trecherous... "
A far chuckle made him pull his scimitar from it's sheath immediately. An imp -- one of the creatures of the underworld which had made it's way into the mire as of late, obviously displaced along with the mire itself. Caring not for displacement, it pulled a horn from it's side and moved it to it's lips. Thanks to the Immortal's earlier words, it's intention was clear. It intended to sound an alarm.
Rishfee rushed forward and deftly moved his arms, form transforming and growing blurred for the smallest of moments- head moving forward to actually headbutt the thing. He'd managed to wind it for the moment preventing it from using the horn. It started casting in response.
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Date: 2011-02-05 06:34 pm (UTC)Walking forward tentatively- he resisted the urge to scold Eiko for coming. This was no place for a little girl, healing magic or not. And it wasn't- everything that was animate wanted nothing more than to rip the visitors to shreads. They cared not for involvement, lack of involvement, or age. Nothing.
"The staging point is northwest. Watch your step. Beyond here, the ground is trecherous... "
A far chuckle made him pull his scimitar from it's sheath immediately. An imp -- one of the creatures of the underworld which had made it's way into the mire as of late, obviously displaced along with the mire itself. Caring not for displacement, it pulled a horn from it's side and moved it to it's lips. Thanks to the Immortal's earlier words, it's intention was clear. It intended to sound an alarm.
Rishfee rushed forward and deftly moved his arms, form transforming and growing blurred for the smallest of moments- head moving forward to actually headbutt the thing. He'd managed to wind it for the moment preventing it from using the horn. It started casting in response.