<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Morgan</span></span><br/><br/>A zombie came at him, with fang and claw and arm; the latter two were removed by a sweep of his sword, a thrust took care of the head. Morgan was in his element, with Bodzil and Damian (presumably) covering him. He fought with a ferocity born of nature and nurture, parrying, cleaving, hacking and slashing at the enemy with his one sword. For he was Morgan Black, Morgan the Heretic Paladin, Morgan the Journeyman of the Secret Order, and many other titles. His movements were driven by the need to protect, the need to endure, and the<span style="font-style: italic">want</span>to inflict retribution on this Necromancer, the Necromancer who sought to rival and infringe on Twain, his commander.<br/><br/>In his mind, it did not occur to him that this anonymous Necromancer might be Twain's superior, not his equal.<br/><br/>Adrenaline flooded the man as he lost himself in the din of battle, tripping another zombie with his leg as it rushed towards him, tripping that zombie to where Bodzil and Damian (presumably) were. However, Morgan maintained enough presence of mind to dodge the enemy's attacks, knowing that even though zombies can't turn those they bite into other undead, the wounds they can inflict can still be infected with disease, due to the fact that they were rotting corpses. He also stayed close to the others, making sure that he wasn't isolated. Nevertheless, he sustained a bad bite on his left arm; Lilly would have to heal that, and hopefully, her 'field' can heal even infection. For the short term, however, he would have to fight harder, in order to clear the zombies out faster.<br/><br/>Finally, the zombies were cleared out, and Morgan noticed that Damian wasn't there after all, although the extradimensional entity did do his share of the fighting, as evidenced by a corpse devestated by inhuman fists. Rather, he was with Lilly...who appeared to be in a state of panic and fear. As quickly as it had overtaken him, the bloodlust faded, and the man was now rushing up to reassure the girl.<br/><br/>"It's okay, Lilly," spoke the man, ignoring his wound and turning Claiomh Solais back into a Keychain, "all the undead - walking dead - are gone now; everything's okay. The corpses are dead again, and you're safe now. It's only us here now, me and the entity and the others; we'll be going away from this place now, leaving to go to somewhere where we can rest."<span style="font-style: italic">Unless of course, the undead got there too.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Ascot</span></span><br/><br/>The passage didn't lead to a way out; it did, however, lead to a possible clue to whoever was behind this. Problem is, said clue was a<span style="font-style: italic">literal</span>time bomb, a bomb that was created to blow up the temple, which in turn revealed that the group behind this had the resources to attempt such an action. Strangely, for no apparent reason, Ascot thought of the cultists who had held him, Mika, and Len captive; were they behind this?<br/><br/>Either way, he had to convince the group to try and defuse the bomb, for the reason that trying to run away was an uncertain prospect when they didn't know the layout of the temple. That, and the fact was that they had an old woman with them, and, 'transformed' abilities or not, he didn't know whether her endurance would stand up to the demands of escaping the structure. There was also the fact that they just can't let whoever was behind this destroy the clues.<br/><br/>"I don't think we can run away from this," the boy finally stated. "I know it's our first impulse, but the fact is, we'll have to be really, really lucky to run away from a structure we don't know the layout of," his voice was calm, clear, and not panicking. "Dzel, XIII, Om, do you know anything about defusing bombs?" He asked Dzel because she appeared to be a magically-trained progidy, XIII because of his apparent combat experience, and Om because he had command over alien technology.<br/><br/>"Kanna can do it!" shouted the blue-haired girl. "Kappa are good at tech!" And with that, she rushed over to the bomb, and from her Bottomless Backpack, took a set of tools out. Not just that, but with her mecha-arms (which would surprise Helen, as they were tech, not Transformed abilities), she would take apart the bomb's exterior. Then, she would work with her set of tools, using her technical genius to try and defuse the explosive.<br/><br/>Finally, the Kappa would say:<br/><br/>"Kanna did it!" Ascot would then be relieved, but his instincts would say that there was a catch, which would be confirmed when Kanna would elaborate:<br/><br/>"Kanna made it ten minutes instead of ten seconds!" This would cause Ascot to be disappointed, because it meant that there would be no clues to what exactly happened. There was also a note of frustration, which the boy would take out on himself by smashing his own stomach with his fist, causing an explosion of pain that would serve to remind him of their situation.<br/><br/>"Let's go," the boy would then say, now broken and defeated, at least temporarily. "<span style="font-style: italic">The enemy</span>are clever. Let's go and run before this temple falls down on all of us." And with that, Ascot began running, taking point this time instead of XIII.