The drow's pet fox suddenly darted across the room, a furry blur of motion that caught the eye of just about everyone in the room. It would be a shame for the drow's pet to be killed after the dark elf's efforts to find it, and Donovan found himself silently hoping the creature would escape - which it did. Donovan didn't have a chance to let out a sigh of relief as the rest of the room erupted into motion, as well.<br/><br/>The drow woman moved quickly, as her race was wont to do, giving chase to her escaped pet. As she moved, she slashed one of the guards, leaving him flailing to the ground in pain as she set off after a second guard who had, in turn, set off after the fox. What was so special about the canine that brought it here in the first place, Donovan wondered for a fragment of a second as the drow and the other guard disappeared into the next room.<br/><br/>The four remaining men, of course - had to deal with Dean - and that wasn't pretty. Dean was a shadow, and he moved quickly, using blades and body in an effort to end the remaining soldiers. Donovan didn't believe for a second that there were -only- six guards in the entire tower, but these were the immediate threat, and therefore demanded their attention. Dean gave them his -full- attention, turning himself into the epitome of raging darkness. It was a horrific thing to see, and a horrific way for these men to die - but they had chosen their path, and were now paying for that decision.<br/><br/>One guard remained as he kicked out with his foot, so shook-up he didn't even think to use his weapon to lay into Dean's flank. The kick was far more powerful than a normal man would kick, which meant the guard had some sort of enchantment going. Donovan -thought- he heard bones break as Dean flew across the room, crashing into the wall and falling to the ground. Dean muttered Donovan's name, and the knight strode forward, sheathing his weapon. Donvoan wondered if Dean would be as confused about that as the guard appeared to be, simply blinking at him as he approached.<br/><br/>With a growl, the guard raising his sword, and brought it down towards Donovan who simply raised his hand - and caught the blade in his palm, the sharp sound of metal hitting -something-... stone, perhaps? - echoing about the room for a moment. The blade hadn't even nicked Donovan's skin. The guard, eyes widening in shock, looked back and forth between Donovan's face and the blade he now held in his grip.<br/><br/>Donovan simply pulled the blade towards himself sharply - which brought the guard forward off-balance, still clinging to the handle of his weapon - which allowed Donovan's forehead to meet the man's face with an audible -CRACK!-. Bone broke, the man's nose nearly imploding as blood gushed from his nostrils in a sudden flurry. The guard buckled, releasing his blade, collapsing to the floor unconscious.<br/><br/>Donovan didn't kill for fun, and if it wasn't necessary, he avoided it. But crippling, maiming, and yes - breaking noses was well within his comfort zone. The guard heaped before him would wake up sometime later with a newly-arranged face, but at least he'd still be alive.<br/><br/>"Get up, lazy," Donovan commanded, turning his eyes towards Dean. With a glance, Dean would feel his ribs beginning to knit together, blood reversing flow, arteries and veins healing at warp speed. He could heal his Shadow at a distance - at least a short distance - but healing others required a touch, usually. After a brief moment exerting his power, he turned back towards the door, the precious box with the two gems still safely tucked under his arm.<br/><br/>They still had a lot of tower to descend, and his power was definitely not infinite...