Don
*The sound of clanking armor echoed throughout the cave, quite a bold move to keep his armor considering what he was planning. Dismas roamed in the cave, lantern in one hand, the light shinning on the mossy stone and dirty paw prints painted upon the stone and gravel, and a glimmering long chain in the other. A beast roamed at the end of the cave, he had been tracking it for a while now, yet he had no intentions of harming the creature, he had another plan, a plan he hoped to the high heavens would work.*
Elsa
Before Dismas lay a large dome like cavern, the final destination he had been wading through the dark and damp tunnels for. It was clear for him at a distance that he could make out the figure of a beast on all fours, gnawing and gnashing at the remnants of bone, but there was no evidence of apparent blood or manslaughter. It faced him curiously, and then shifting to its aggressive posture upon coming to realise the shape of the knight.

Hynes lay dormant, motionless and un sounding as Dismas walked right past her, the black knight remaining within the shadows and stalking him with her enhanced thermal vision. Stepping into the darkness as it came when his torch left, she remained several paces behind.
Don
*Dismas calmly placed the lantern on the ground and lowered his visor.* "Okay..." *He murmured as he held the chain in both his hands and dodged the beasts charge, with some claws merely scratching his armor. It was a werewolf, covered head to toe in fur it was smaller than most, more frail and thin, hunger had clearly over took the beast as the way it fought was nothing more than blood craving.*

*Dismas ducked under a quick swing of the claws, the beast was feral, relentless, yet killing it wasn't something he wanted to do. The beast was suffering, fallen ill to the clutches of a curse, he knew it and although this may not be his expertise, he was determined to lift the curse, with killing only to be used as a last resort. He ducked under another attack before trying to come in close, grasping a grip onto the young wolf as he let himself be hit by a few strikes, he could take it. First attempt was a bust, backed away as the beast was nearing a weak spot, second was closer, laid the chains around it's forearms yet it managed to make itself loose, he jabbed at it's face to make an escape, third time, he almost got it in his grasp, wrapping the chain around it's neck he made sure not to pull on it too tight, the beast bite at his shoulder but the plate, mail and padding underneath rendered a fatal blow to merely a flesh wound.*
Elsa
**THWACK!**

A grotesque sound punctured the cave, following by the dying whimper of a hound. Dismas suddenly felt no force tugging against the chain, the beast collapsing forward with his momentum and scrapping its jaw open against the hard cold floor. Dismas could not even react before this moment, as before him suddenly appeared a gigantic black spear, piercing the side of the beasts' skull and skewering through the other side with a shark like appendage at the tip. Judging by the direction of the spear, It came from the dark, that abyssal dark which he had come from.

The only sound formed was of the drooling crimson red liquids flooding out of the werewolf, leaking and forming a pool of dark red across the cave. Until suddenly a thumping thunder came from that darkness. The sounds of heavy boots, each seemingly squeezing the ground of air upon every march.

*Thud*

Thud . . .

**Thud . . .**

There was . . . An *Unnatural* Feeling, a choking heaviness that radiated from that darkness. No, it not merely prevented all the light from shining through, the darkness consumed the light. It was if his lantern wavered and gasped for air that was being sucked out, dancing frantically out of desperation and sudden panic. Rest assured, the Knight come to find his beast yet.
Larry
*Dismas' eyes widened as he let go of the chain, the werewolf falling sideways. He dropped in a crouch checking not the head but the tip of the spear that had penetrated the beast's skull, but it was too covered in crimson to make out the alloy. With a sigh he stood up looking around the room, whoever did it must've had quite the physique as it took an awful amount of strength for one to penetrate a werewolf's skull.* "Show yourself." *He said bluntly, voice echoing from his helmet, grasping the dragon pendant around his neck, he drew his blade, looking around the room.* "Show yourself **Fiend**."
Elsa
Two red flares penetrated that silent darkness. Glowing like a scarlet hue, the tone of the blood witch had been spilt. The heavy thundering stopped, as the masked figure slowly revealed itself plate by plate. Reflecting off the light from his lantern, the outline of a dark knight was apparent, with reflective armoured plates of a clearly supreme craftsmanship. To the side of the figure, a tremendous towering shield stood, standing the height of the warrior and clearly of enormous weight. It as apparent that whoever had penetrated the wolf indeed had an unnatural strength.

As the helmet came into view, it was sculpted in the form of a skull, with a solid steel sharp jaw and protruding winged horns on the sides. The dead face of this warrior met the slits of Dismas, as if the right beam was penetrating right into his armour and staring at him face to face. It then moved closer to him steadily, the dragging of that weighted shield apparent as it caved in the rocks and left a trail like tracing sand with a stick. A muffled feminine voice then echoed from the chamber of her helmet, monotone but with an expression which could not be contested.

'It seems we have similar business, knight. Your services however, are no longer required. The beast lay slain, and the threat terminated. You may leave at your discretion.
Don
*It would be a farce to say that Dismas wasn't at all shook. A towering warrior looking like the personification of fear stood before him and although he cringed slightly at the unfashionable harness she donned he knew very well this lady could rip him in two with but her bare hands. Yet after a moment he managed to get a hold of himself, he turned to this knight in not so shining armor, hand grasping his plaque belt.* 
"The spear, is the tip made of silver?" *He asked bluntly, raising his visor as he knew there was no threat, not yet yet at least.*
Elsa
'Silver is unnecessary. It merely permits those of a weaker strand to commit stronger heroics. I don't need such an upgrade, I just need something that holds together.'

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The woman slowly leaned her head, analysing every detail of Dismas, and gathering what information she could from his apparel and mannerisms. This inspection was of course, imperceptible for the knight to ascertain, with her eyes hidden from view in stripping his character. Mid tempered brigandine armour of an adequate quality, an assortment of daggers upon his belt and broad longsword. It was the hallmarks of a pragmatic travelling knight, much more heavily armed than your average sells word or hired mercenary.

The figure stepped toward the wolf, collecting her spear seamlessly as if it floated in and out the punctured skeleton. Despite how strong she may have been, such a movement was definitely beyond the feats of any normal metal. It was sharp enough to puncture the skull of a werewolf, yet able to flow freely without getting stuck within the grotesque oraphys of the hole.

'Say, that chain - you were trying to capture this dog?'
Don
*He let out a frustrated sigh.* "Yes, but I suppose it's useless now." *He dropped the chain on the floor, stowing his blade in his scabbard and walking up to the lady, turning midway to pick the chain up again. It was made of silver and would offer a nice price if he sold it back.* "Damnit..." *He cursed.* "You didn't have to kill her, she could've been saved!" *His usually mannerisms scared away by his bad mood. He contemplated how he'd explain it all to her husband.*
Elsa
'Saved? I did save that child. I did it a favour it owes me tenfold by killing it in one swift blow. Lest it have turned back into a little girl with all of its wounds intact, she would have starved the following day regardless.'

Hynes squinted her eyes, now with the impression that this was another of those *Noble knights* Serving their dutiful cause under their own guise of self serving morality. Practically everywhere she looked there were self righteous individuals. Having scanned the perimeter once more she was disgusted by the trail of corpses hung in a pile, half eaten with broken bones and torn limbs, desecrated in one of the dark corners. Her thermal vision had read them all deceased, rapidly eroding and rapidly loosing their signatures to the cold dampness of the cave.

Facing the corpse of the child werewolf she unempathetically opened the cork from a bottle of cheap alcohol, drowning what remained with a pool of stained liquid. Tossing the canteen alongside, Hynes readied her match was prepared to light the body to ash.