Ceres simply rolled her eyes, re-arming herself with a knife, and her salvaged sword. Then, to deliberately taunt the cultists below, she whistled loudly, and shouted in the direction of the stairwell. "Come on little wimps! We'll defile your holy places by being alive!"<br/><br/>The roar of anger from one floor below was replied with a loud shout of alarm, and a resounding crash of metal rebounding off of iced stone, followed by muffled cursing, and a loud scream of pain, followed by a clear, and sharp Cracking noise. Ceres ducked back into the room, Nearly ramming into Soa before she spun away, taking up a position on the opposite side of the doorframe.<br/><br/>Smiling, she knelt, fingering the edge of her knife, then looked at Soa. Whispering to her, almost impossible to hear over the shouts from below unless one had greatly enhanced hearing, Ceres' voice managed to reach Soa. "So, when this is done, perhaps we should consider working together for a time. Despite our conflicting natures, we do work well together, and this... cult, seems far more organized than this keep suggests."