Down the tunnel, around a corner... Descending a ladder, more turns... She came upon the first sign of battle, a single human, male, face down in the sludge. Dead before he could draw steel. Some yards further, another corpse, his lance rend from his hands and used against another, the spike lodged through her neck and jammed into the stone wall, suspending the female on her feet. Further down... more bodies. He wasn't staging a full, head on fight, this was evident. No... He was picking them off, forcing them to speed up, driving them to take the less prefered routes... Sending them not to the Royal Quarters, but rather the Magic Quarters... To a place of dark magic and demons, flanked by soldiers and sneaks.<br/><br/>Then it struck her, like a clap of thunder, the cries of battle erupted instantly and without warning. Had he slipped up? The clash of steel, the shouts of pain and fury resounded, building louder and louder, the closer she drew to them. One last corner, and she was upon them. The gnome was unseen, run off or otherwise hidden, three men circled a ghostly thing of tattered darkness. Two massive maces and a broadsword, set to bare against a cursed, unholy wakazashi and long, elegently blessed rapier. The sound of at least a dozen other footsteps could be heard running down the yuck filled tunnels, trying to get back on course...<br/><br/>The broadsword man tried to thrust with the massive blade, A parry from the rapier was given in reply, while Foolish simultaniously stepped into the attack, using the newly formed opening in the man's defense to reverse his grip on the dagger sized blade. Delivering a swift, shallow jab just below the man's eye, he caused a gouging wound which forced the human to recoil in pain and temperary blindness. A heavy warhammer came down, to which he sidestepped, almost like an accidental drunkard, before stepping back over and standing on the weapon's large metal head with both feet. Crouching, he ducked under a wide arching swing from the second mace, pushing off from his raised platform tograze the ceiling and flip over the man with a grounded weapon, landing behind and driving both blades home in a single, devestating attack. Rapier rupturing an artery in the man's thigh, while his dagger found purchase in his spine.<br/><br/>As the body fell, however, his train of actions was haulted by the force of a warhammer connecting with his chest, and hurling the cadaverous rogue across the tunnel. Hos cloaked form landing against the wall with a painfully loud, bone crunching sound. Looking up, he was just in time to see the gouged man, still uttering a word of holy glory to himself as white hot, zealot's blindness filled the paladin's gaze, his sword thrusting once more at the Forsaken. This time, it found it's mark, tearing clean into, and out the back of the rogue's husk like body. Yet no pain flashed over his form, nor reached his eyes... The sword bering paladin was caught off guard, nerve struck by the lack of expression in his enemy's gaze.. The golden, ghostlight eyes... As he gripped the sword's handguard, and pulled himself further down it's length, the distance between them vanishing.<br/><br/>A new wave of fury overtook the paladin, as he tried for a broad, haymaker swing at the rogue, which was met with the same trick he used against the vendor. The heel of his palm connecting with the man's elbow, one leg hooking behind his kneecap, pulling him off balance. Foolish pressed the advance, throwing himself off the wall, and driving the human backwards, and into the slimy sludge of hte floor. His free hand's claws snapping out for the mortal's throat, chiselled bone digits tearing through warm, muscle laiden flesh. A splash of green and black and red going up. Water and cloak and plate becoming a tangled mess... The last standing man taking his chance, mace high over head...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>