Glaive ran down the flight of stairs and once on the second floor he shot an electric bolt at the ceiling that shadowed above the stairwell. Chunks of debris and metal came crashing down to the ground sealing the entrance way.<br/>"Hopefully, that will hold her back for awhile." Glaive said as he didn't want to put more lives in jeopardy by having the black ooze following him everywhere. "I hope whatever souls may be still up there are able to find another means of escape."<br/>As Glaive began traveling down the hall looking for people to inform about the deadly ooze, his keen sense of smell picked up a scent that smelled divine. He couldn't place what it could be, but it was making him hungry.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Focus, Glaive, focus. Food is not the top priority right now.</span>He thought to himself. But the further  he  traveled down the hallway the more intense his hunger became.