Leonard is up in a flash, his hand going for the spare knife on his belt.<br/><br/>"Let's waste no time; Come on." Leonard moves off, calling over his shoulder, "Masters Nerrik, Zato, please remain here until I have secured the temple."<br/><br/>With a hurried gate, Leonard passes by the still-gassed shed, and picks up his fallen sword, keeping his eyes off the slowly-melting demon carcas. He could feel the creatures claws still digging into his soul, trying to yank him free. For a brief moment, just a small one, Leonard was about to let go. Let himself get pulled into a tempestous whirlwind of mindless debauchery and viole-<br/><br/>"Sir?"<br/><br/>Leonard snaps back up, and practically sprints for the location of Master Thomas.<br/><br/>"I want a general readiness sounded. I want all Master Monk's to be made aware, and I want a team to sweep for any remaining demons." Leonards orders are carried out as he rounds the corner, leaving him alone with the bow-man. "Which direction did the thing come from, did you catch it?"<br/><br/>Deep down, Leonard hoped it wasn't from the inner sanctum. Anything but that. If it had come from there, there was only one explination, one that would require a lot more of the leper than he could give readily.