“Strange,” Tormin said at Nalia’s explanation, her confusion apparent at the subtle changes of the room. However, he otherwise nodded to her plan, her experience with the temple still providing more of an advantage than he could. And he had to agree once they made it past the hall and saw the chest in the center of the room.<br/><br/>He was about to comment and congratulate her on her intuition, when a shadow overcame Nalia, and a piercing shriek caused him to cover his ears. He was about to look for the source of the noise that seemed to come from everywhere in the room, when Nalia’s voice reached him.<br/><br/>He reacted quickly, his heart beating fast in his chest as he rushed forward, trying to focus his eyes away from the grotesque hand wrapping around Nalia and pulling her into the air. “Dank Ferric!” He shouted, grabbing hold of Nalia’s outstretched arm and pulling her down as hard as he could. For a moment, he was worried that he might dislocate her shoulder, but found his strength was enough to keep the Wallmaster from returning to the ceiling above. “Hang on Nalia!!” He shouted, pulling his blaster out, and hoping it would be enough.<br/><br/>Darkness and the noise from the wallmaster were quickly drowned out by orange light and the sound of blaster bolts as Tormin fired as many shots as his trigger finger would allow. The Wallmaster hissed in pain, trying to keep hold of Nalia, but slowly losing grip and weakening, before it let out a death screech, and began to dissipate completely into the air, dropping Nalia completely on top of Tormin, forcing the air from his lungs. Though at the very least, silence followed.