As Mirnea approached the door, she would hear a few loud screams and gurgles. Though some of the yells were out of pain, one voice, a feminine one, was hooting in a manner that suggested an insane bloodlust.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Gajol's eyes made contact with Elta's; they looked wild, violent, and downright murderous. She was breathing heavily, and her teeth were gritting like she was attempting to chew rocks. Rather than saying anything, the barbarian leapt for the nabassu. However, she found herself with the thing's claws planted in her stomach, as its hand slipped under her hide armor. As her blood ran down its hands, she loosed a scream and a massive swing on the fiend. Her massive blade struck true, and sliced into its filthy skin. It cried out with agony, and let Gajol go before rolling off of the sword. Black ichor dripped from its horrid lips.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: indigo">Consider yourselves lucky, mortals,</span>" it said, before teleporting away; it was a rightful suspicion that it would come to haunt them later. The other hezrou also vanished, leaving smoke and slime where it formerly laid.<br/><br/>Rather than consider her fight done, the frenzy that Gajol had flown into continued. Her sword above her head, she turned to Elta, looking like she was about to make a swing... and then fell to the floor, lying on her back and unconscious. She was breathing, and heavily at that, but she was very much alive.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>