Orrin quickly moved across the blood ridden floor, knocking over ritual candles and bowls filled with various liquids and drugs left over from the failed summoning. The vile materials stained the fringes of his robes, but he did not care. His brother in arm's life was in danger, he need to do something! He knelt down to Bastel's side, preparing to take out the nasty blade from the halfing's chest.<br/><br/>Bastel clutched at his chest, wanting to remove the offending weapon, but his hands were slapped away by Orrin."P-Please, you gotta take this thing out of my damn chest!"He coughed, his white tunic turning the fresh red color of his blood. Orrin nodded, getting ready to take it out.<br/><br/>Cultist Leader:<br/><br/>The deranged woman began to laugh as the gun missed her, landing at her feet instead of its intended target."Oh? All out of your gunpowder? Or did your little toy just break? It seems the tides of battle are turning to my favor, and I will not let this opportunity slip by me."The cultist said as she moved to her throne and pulling a morning star from underneath it, grinning from ear to devilish ear.<br/>