Demvarien was furious, but he tempered his anger. While they had managed to temporarily dispatch his knights, the fools that had made up the first party were no threat. The others would handle them soon enough. Instead, he refocused himself. His knights were actually concerned with what they saw now. A real threat --<em>actual heroes</em>-- had entered their home. He raced through the corridors, his armor somehow silent as he took up a place of wait.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Edgar chuckled in response to Giselle's warning as Demvarien's Knights emerged from the shadows behind them. "Ahead? They were in here waiting for us. Aren't rangers supposed to have sharp perception?" he taunted, drawing his weapon as he slowly stalked towards one of the black-robed figures. "This one's mine. You two handle the other."<br/><br/>Then with a sound something like static, his form wavered, and then reappeared behind the one he had declared as his target. With a roar, he slammed the wicked edge of his bastard sword into the fallen hero's shoulder, staggering him a bit but doing little real damage. "They've got armor under there... lovely," the white-haired warrior announced to the other two, screening his next attack with a few thrown daggers before rushing in from the side with a vicious blow that his enemy picked off with disturbing ease.<br/><br/>Then, the Knight countered, and Edgar's eyes widened at the speed and ferocity of the assault, his own blade barely able to keep up with the frenzied pace despite his questionable heritage.<em>If I already have to use that here... then this is going to be rough,</em>he thought to himself, roaring as he tried to regain the offensive.<br/><br/>((Go ahead and NPC the other one, and sorry about the misunderstanding; the wall of ice was meant to keep the monsters they had first encountered from giving chase after they stunned them for a few moments.))