The blast of acidic energy splashed over the large, toad-like fiend, leaving flesh that was both burnt and melted, exposing muscle on his arm. He roared as the purplish tissue was exposed to the harsh, dusty air, ichor and melted skin splattering onto the ground. The assault that came from the winged elf was most terrible as well, each slice cutting deeply into him. When her flurry of attacks had subsided, the hezrou still lived, though barely. With a painful wheeze, it heaved itself just out of reach from Ariel's sword, and muttered a blaspemous word or two before, quite suddenly, disappearing i a flash of anarchic light.<br/><br/>Orlando stood tall and proud, though still looking to be quite disgusted with this whole situation. He looked over the slaves and knew that Benedict was right, the slaves had little to no hope for survival amongst the horrors of The Abyss, but that there was any hope at all was enough for him. He signaled for them to hold their chains out, using the bladed protrusions on his gauntlet to slash away the shackles. Soon, all of them were free of their bindings, whatever help he'd gotten from the others being most welcome, before telling them all, "Run. Run away as fast as you can, trust no one but yourselves, and do whatever you possibly can to leave here. You have my prayers."<br/><br/>When that particular affair was over, Orlando stepped towards Benedict and the woman that he appeared to have saved. "I wish I could honestly tell you good day, but, all things considered..." he said, glancing about the area before returning his black eyes to her. "You are more than welcome to follow, I suppose, but know that you will primarily be under the care of our good friend Benedict here. We must make haste, so you can introduce yourself as we continue. I am Orlando Lindemann. Come, if you wish." He then walked to the front of the party again; the slaves had long since scattered, save those that any of the other party members had taken.<br/><br/>Orlando led them forward silently, speaking little. Soon, in the distance, there could be seen what looked like a man that was twelve feet high and covered entirely in skin as red as blood. Even from the distance he was at, his fibrous build was noticable. However, unlike a man, his head was that of a fiendish hyena, and from the left side of his neck there was the head and a great length of neck of a giant viper, the size of a large constrictor snake. At the large demon's sides stood two babau demons chattering back and forth between each other and the bigger fiend. Orlando's eyes widened immediately. He whispered harshly to everyone behind him, "We must hide! That is a molydeus, comparable to the balors themselves in power, and feared far more. I may consider us all quite strong ourselves, but something like that is far better avoided than confronted." He then led them all behind a large shelf of red rock, watching the demons scour the place, looking for something. Obviously, Orlando's goal was to simply wait for it to leave the area before hurrying to their destination.<br/><br/>((What you guys do is up to you, remember.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>