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This is no time to be relieved, Ehren thinks, as the tables appear to turn. Seeing that the mongrelmen no longer mean them any harm, the druid starts to murmur unintelligibly, while closing his eyes and reaching out to a far away place. Simultaneously, the power of the land itself invisibly flows into him, intermingling with the vital energies within his own body. A risky proposition, but he was no stranger to risk. The spell would be stronger for it.
Wenduag’s other two mongrel lackeys file out of the room and into the next chamber, out of line of sight.
The cultist flanked by Li’an and Hrut, a woman with thick black hair and hazel eyes, backs up against the wall from their reach.
"In Baphomet's name I will cut you down, crusader!" She shimmers all over with a haunting, red glow, that extends from her body to up and down her glaive.
Wenduag calls out: "There are five more of them in complex. They'll be headed here now. I'll try to hold them off, but I don't know how long we can last against them. ...If you get us all killed, I'll curse your names all the way to the Boneyard, so... win fast." She grabs an arrow from her quiver and heads into the next room.
The remaining cultist, a tall thin man with brown hair and grey eyes, similarly invokes Baphomet, shimmering with eerie red light. He slowly moves away from Hrut, and strikes at him, but the Ulfen man is quicker than he looks and dodges it.
Ary is up.
Relief passes over Ary as Wenduag moves out of the room with her people; that was a lot less to worry about and it freed her up to aid her allies directly.
Ary shifts between Horgus and the cultist, "Horgus, please keep Avi near me, so I can guard you both?" Even as she's shifting, she's slamming her shield forward, towards the cultist... but her attention is on protecting her allies, unfortunately. "Don't move too much, glaives are designed for controlling."
Hosilla grins wickedly. She points at Ary.
"You, you damned Iomedae wanna-be. I sentence you to death. Don't worry, I'll make this quick." Her eyes gleam as she steps towards her. She swings her glaive at Ary, but she steps back, the blade sweeping just an inch away from her face. Hosilla glares at her, keeping eye contact.
Horgus ducks behind a chair, cowering.
Round 2
You hear the sound of a war drum echoing down the chamber you came from, as well as the sounds of combat in the next room...
Anevia turns towards the door for a moment before returning her attention to the male cultist in front of her. "Oh man. That doesn't sound good." She jabs forward, but a shimmering red barrier deflects her blow, and the cultist sneers at her attempt. "Gods damned twiddly finger b%%~@#+~! Fight me like a real man, why doncha?"
Seeing that the room was much too crowded for ranged tactics, Lann drops his shortbow and draws his club. He moves over to assist Anevia, but the cultist deflects his blow using the shaft of his weapon.
Hrut runs like his life depends on it. Unfortunately for him, the cultists were ready, and swing as soon as his back is turned. Most of them jab uselessly into his armor, but Hosilla and the blonde cultist manage to get two good hits in, spearing him in his side and painting the cavern floor red with his blood. He flees through the pain, past the mongrels (who let him pass). He finds two cultists already engaged with the mongrels - one is beating an enormous drum, the other wielding a glowing glaive.
"Hey! Don't run that way!" calls out Wenduag, but it is too late, as Hrut runs madly through the water that has sharp caltrops hidden just under the surface...
But thanks to his steel boots he simply kicks them aside.
The blonde cultist moves to the side and jabs at Anevia, but she spins wildly away from the thrust.
In the room with Hrut, one of the mongrels charges at the cultist beating the war drum, holding his club with both hands, slamming past his guard.
"Uziel! Now!" cries Hosilla.
Suddenly, a tiefling appears behind Valaria, but she had felt his hot breath on her and dodges his blade just as he appears.
Aravashnial sighs, spreading out his arms. "Er tella coiasira, iant mellon."
Li'an is up.
Li'an grimaced as she watched Hrut turn to run, unable to control himself due to the spell's effect on him. Though she wanted to do something to help him, she knew their attacks on him presented an opportunity.
As Hosilla lunged forward with her glaive, landing a solid blow on Hrut, Li'an stepped in behind her. She grabbed the haft of the weapon with her free hand and pulled, at the same time kicking Hosilla's knee in from behind, temporarily knocking her off balance. With Hosilla's glaive held firmly by Li'an, and her knee collapsing out from under her, her arms shifted causing the loose-fitting sleeves of her chain shirt to present an opening. "Lleuad, don't fail me now," Li'an thought as she plunged Lleuad into the opening, driving it into her chest just underneath her arm.
Li'an drives her blade into Hosilla's side, puncturing her lung. The inqusitor hunches over, clutching her chest, wheezing.
Markus is up.
Having cast his blessing already, Markus now turns to offensive magic. He sees Hrut get completely hacked to pieces, and he grimaces, knowing that he could have prevented some of that. No way he was going to let Hrut die, though - he looks at the leader, "Hosilla", who is cornering Li'an and lets loose another necromantic blast of fear magic.
Valaria spins, narrowly avoiding the strike from the new attacker. "To the Abyss with you." She lashes out with both knives.
BOOM BA BOOM BA BOOM BA BOOM echoes the war drum through the caverns...
Dread suddenly clouds Hosilla's mind as she suddenly doubts her capabailities in this situation, but she manages to keep her resolve. Valaria swings wildly with her star knives at Uziel, but the tiefling nimbly dodges the swipes and grins at her unpleasantly.
"Aw, hey gorgeous, better put those down or you might hurt somebody!" the lanky tiefling taunts, moving quickly about on his jagged hooves.
"SKREE!" an eagle suddenly appears over the blonde cultist nearest the door! The cultist's magical defenses don't work against the eagle, and it savagely tears into her face and eyes as she screams. She raises a hand to her face, but the eagle rips into her wrist with its beak, tearing out a vital tendon. The cultist is left unable to wield her own glaive.
As his eagle summon manifests to unleash its full fury on one of the cultists, Ehren does not delay in making his next move. Noticing the tiefling's failed attack against Valaria, he chooses to direct his effort on him. He drags his toes against the ground as he pivots on the spot, turning to face his target. He murmurs more secret words, again drawing the power of the earth into himself. When his turn comes to a halt, he stomps his bare heel against the ground, hard. A sharp jolt of energy abruptly ripples through the ground, directed toward the spot right below Uziel's feet. Uziel stumbles as the ground shakes directly under him, and he falls to his knees.
The dark-haired cultist wheels around, watching Aravashnial finish his spell.
"Oh no you don't!" she snaps wheeling her glaive towards him, shearing it across his chest.
The male cultist furrows his brow as he is surrounded, and left unable to wield his glaive reliably.
Meanwhile, in the other room, a mongrel whacks a cultist upside the head with his heavy club, leaving her dazed, but the cultist manages to score one good hit before he gets close to her. The other mongrels crowd around, blocking the cultist's access to the injured Hrut.
"Focus down the drummer!" Wenduag snaps, and the next mongrel focuses on him, managing to land a sickening blow on the drummer, but the fanatical cultist continues to beat on the drum.
Wenduag moves over to Hrut, helping him to his feet and offering a vial from her satchel.
"No time to rest. Let's go. Get out of that water, first."
Ary is up.
Ary looks towards Hosilla as she curses her, and inflects a tone that -surely- she learned from Horgus over the last few days.
"I will never refuse a challenge from an equal. I will give honor to worthy enemies, and contempt to the rest.", then, with a smirk, she continues to slam her shield into the enemy that is trying to sneak up to her allies.
Ary slams the shield to the side, and then pivots her body to keep her shield between herself and the enemy, trying to apprise herself of the situation, as best she can.
BOOM BA BOOM BA BOOM BA BOOM
Hosilla glowers at Ary. "Silence, whore," she gasps out, her breath ragged, her pupils dilated. She raises a hand to invoke Lord Baphomet, but with Ary's yapping and her wounds she cannot maintain concentration.
Horgus decides to hide under the table, crawling on his hands and knees.
Meanwhile, in the other room with Hrut...
A cultist stares down the rope ladder at the mongrels below. "Filthy beasts!" she cries. "How dare you turn against us? I'll take great pleasure in killing every man, woman, and child in your pitiful slum of a town."
She invokes Baphomet, shimmering with a red aura, then thrusts her glaive down below, cleanly slicing through a mongrel's neck, killing him instantly. The mongrels howl in fury, and the one behind him steps forward to attack the war drummer, clipping him with a painful strike.
Above them, a cultist stares coldly down at the mongrel who just struck her liege. "Flee," she orders.... but the mongrel's resolve is like steel.
Round 3
The drummer continues his rhythm, whipping up the followers of Baphomet into a frenzy. He adopts a defensive stance.
Meanwhile, with the rest of the group, Anevia spins around to stab Uziel while he is down. Lann likewise circles around with his club to take advantage of Ehren's spell, slamming his club across his face.
Hrut is up.
Trusting the new ally Hrut quickly drinks the potion offered to him. Raising Torag's hammer in retribution it glows with a white fury as it comes down on the blasphemous cultist.
5' step toward #8, Strike
Enduring Crane Strike
Edit:
Assuming hit: Armiger Mark on cultist #8
(since taking the potion, are these mongrelfolk considered my allies? If so +1AC and Will within 10')
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Hrut slams his warhammer into the drummer cultist, doing Torag proud. The cultist crumples to the ground, unconscious. The drums fall to the ground, and the other cultists are shaken out of their frenzy.
The blonde cultist growls, dropping her glaive to the ground in frustration. "F#!$ing bird." she snaps. She raises her uninjured hand in the air, calling upon Baphomet's blessing, and stepping forwards.
Uziel attempts to stand, but is cut down by Lann and Anevia.
Aravashnial finishes his summon, and a shimmering orb of light appears in the air above him.
"قيلل تهآ لآادآر," he murmurs.
The archon glitters, firing two beams of light at Hosilla. One beam lashes through her armor and into her flesh, searing her shoulder. The cultist closest to it swipes into the air at it, but it heals most of the damage back instantly.
Meanwhile, with Hrut, a mongrel steps forwards over the crumpled cultist's body, swinging at the cultist behind him. She ducks, glaring daggers.
Li'an is up.
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"Not even if I were desperate, lady." Ary responds, still focusing on the cultist she'd slammed, blowing Hosilla off once more.
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Li'an looked over at where the flash of light came from, and was awed by the sight of the small lantern archon floating there. Seeing Hosilla get hit again she decided to press her attack on the cultist's leader. She worked her way around to her side in hopes Val would be able to flank Hosilla with her, putting her in a precarious position.
Li'an moved quickly once she'd come around, thinking she'd spotted an opening, and stabbed at her fiercely.
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Hosilla intercepts Li'an's attack with her own glaive. She grins.
Markus is up.
Ary slams her shield into the cultist in front of her with all of her force, leaving the evil woman a crumpled mess, and her shield spikes stained with blood.
Markus is feeling secure behind his wall of allies, even with Horgus under the table, so he continues to cast - Hosilla had turned out too strong-willed for his meager magicks but perhaps one of the other cultists might fall prey to his newfound enchantment magic.
He points at a cultist - one of those menacing Li'an seems like the most likely target, and utters a single word (in Common - no arcanobabble for Markus) - "Pause."
Valaria doesn't react as the arrogant tiefling is cut down. "I'd say he deserved that, but honestly this is just an outright mess. Let's finish this quickly, shall we?" She calmly shifts to her side, catching Hosilla between her and Li'an as she attacks.
Unfortunately for Markus, the blonde cultist cannot be distracted from the task at hand, it seems. She frowns as the magic passes through her mind momentarily, then narrows her eyes at the men in the back of the room.
"Dammit, cut the casters down." she snaps. The tall, thin, male cultist nods, and steps forward, quickly evaluating between Markus, and Ehren. Markus seems older - so she lunges forward at the dhampir. Ary reacts faster than the necromancer can, and alerts him to the attack. His blade harmlessly grazes past the table, creating a horrible screeching sound as it is dulled by the stone. Under the table, Horgus yelps, and scrambles backwards away from it.
Valaria moves to flank Hosilla, her blades biting deep into her leg.
Having already borrowed the earth's power twice in a row, Ehren exhales and breaks the connection for the time being. He would need to save the rest of his spells for healing. Extending a finger at the cultist right across from him, over Uziel's body, he conjures up an acid dart and fires it at her face, leaving a small burn.
Letting out yet another battle screech, the eagle continues to rake at the nearest cultist with its talons, pecking at them with its dagger-like beak, leaving the already crippled cultist with greater and greater wounds.
Meanwhile, in the other room...
The mongrels continue to function as a great wall, blocking off the three cultists' access from the next room. The lone cultist on the lower landing receives the brunt of the attack, and is slammed into with clubs over and over. Wenduag pulls an arrow out once more and steps so that she is below the hole. She shoots upwards at the cultist who killed her loyal friend. Her graceful shot grazes the cultist, leaving a long cut down their arm.
Ary is up.
"Good call, Horgus. Cover -and- Beside me is significantly better." she says, genuinely impressed with how much his cowardice works for him on occasion.
Then the cultist swings at Markus.
Ary glares daggers at the other cultist as they attempt to target her unarmored friends. She moves into the inside of his guard and checks him with her shield.
Faith seems to have taken a liking to Markus's magic, striking true once more; armor wasn't really designed to prevent attacks from a starburst pattern of spikes, so it's no surprise when several find prize in the second cultist.
Ary smashes her shield into the cultist's gut, crushing his insides. The tall man gasps and coughs up blood. He begins to retch uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, in the other room with Hrut....
The cultist over the window frowns at the melee below her. She points at the mongrel blocking the stairs. "Flee."
The mongrel flees wildly, and the cultists slash into it as it runs out of sight.
Hrut double moves to the previously mentioned spot,
"We are almost there, keep punishing them!"
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In the main room...
Hosilla realizes that she is surrounded. She drops her glaive, pulling out a wand from her side. She points it at the air above Markus. A magical glaive, composed glowing red force, appears 5 feet in the air above his head. It spins, slashing at Ary from behind, tearing a ragged wound into her back.
In the cave with the barricades...
The furthest cultist climbs down the rope ladder the mongrels and Hrut swipe at her but only one manages to get a blow in. As she reaches the bottom, she draws her glaive, and swipes at a nearby mongrel, but he grabs the hilt of the weapon with an enormous crab claw and shoves it aside. The mongrel close to the crab-clawed mongrel hoots and hollers, attempting to distract the cultists from him.
Horgus continues cowering under the table, closing his eyes and hoping that this will all be over soon.
Round 4
Back in the main room..
Anevia stabs forward at the cultist between her and Ary, but she loses her balance due to her broken leg, and almost falls down. Lann circles around to also strike at the male cultist while he is distracted with Anevia. He smacks his club across his face, and he falls to the ground unconscious.
Meanwhile, in the cavern with Hrut...
The wounded cultist hisses, drawing upon Baphomet's power to close her wounds. She then thrusts forward past her compatriot at Hrut, but he dodges out of the way with a smooth side-step.
Hrut is up.
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"Not bad, Hoss." Ary says after a small grimace. "Do you always make your patron do all the heavy lifting?" she continues to taunt the poor cultist.
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Markus stays silent, not even grunting as he stays back and away from the glaive-user's attack - although he was somewhat frazzled that he had finally been attacked.
He knows that the mongrels are yelping in pain from beyond the other room and he begins to scan both rooms for any allies that might fall - his magical resources might be limited, but he can still save some lives.
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In the main room.
Hosilla smirks at Ary. "Why? Are you jealous? You dress like a paladin - but I don't feel your aura. Does your weakling goddess not listen your prayers?"
While Hosilla is taunting, the lantern archon glitters, emitting noises that sound like metal windchimes in a soft breeze. It fires off two beams of light at Hosilla, leaving a deep wound on the inside of her left arm. She howls in agony, gritting her teeth.
The one-handed cultist's spiked fist glows with an unholy aura. She turns to the eagle who has been assaulting her, and swings her spiked gauntlet at it, but the eagle is too high in the air for her to reach. She spits on the ground and offers a prayer to Baphomet. The scratch marks on her face and neck suddenly heal over, leaving shiny red scar tissue.
In the other room...
Hrut swings his mighty warhammer, but it collides against a shimmering red aura that surrounds the cultist. She sneers at him, but then the mongrel to her left pivots and skillfully slams his warhammer across her torso, knocking the wind out of her.
Li'an is up
Li'an had started circling around early, giving away her intention to flank the cultist. Unfortunately for the cultist, in adjusting for it she'd paid too much attention to the positions of Ary and Valaria, failing to notice Anevia coming up on her side.
At the moment the cultist noticed Anevia, Li'an struck at her, taking advantage of the distraction.
Li'an's blade hisses through the air, cutting a deep furrow in the cultist's hip.
Markus is up.
Markus shifts away from the spiritual weapon (it creeps him out and makes him feel in danger). He looks over into the other room, where the mongrelmen are fighting and he moves over into that room to support them. He's sure that with everybody fighting, and only two cultists left in that final room, that the group has got things under control.
He casts a spell, throwing his blessings onto the mongrelmen - bolstering them for their fight against the other three cultists and then squints, keeping a very close eye for anybody who falls to the cultists' weapons.
"Every one of our gods cares for us." Valaria growls at the cult leader. "All yours does is exploit you until you're no longer useful, then toss you aside for his own amusement."
Markus walks into the other room with Hrut and blesses the mongrelmen. They feel the magic strengthen them, and seem astonished - it's not something they are used to, after all. One of the mongrels delivers a swift and fluid strike to the cultist under the rope ladder, leaving a deep purple bruise under her chain shirt.
In the main room, Valaria's starknives whistle as she aims for Hosilla's throat. She moves enough that the strikes don't kill her, but blood runs down her neck and onto her armor all the same.
Ehren is up.
With a screech the eagle dives in for one last series of attacks on the remaining cultist.
The magic that had conjured the bird then expires, causing it to return to from whence it came.
Meanwhile, Ehren aims his hand over Lann's shoulder to fire another acid dart at the same cultist.
Ehren fires off a blob of acid at the cultist, hitting her in the face and causing her skin to bubble and melt off as she screams in agony. The eagle goes in for the kill, ripping her throat out with its great talons, and she falls to the ground and swiftly bleeds to death. Its job done, the eagle vanishes soon after.
Meanwhile, in the other room...
The mongrel behind Hrut continues hooting and hollering, hoping to distract the cultist from the wounded crusader. Wenduag fires another arrow up at the cultist above them. It narrowly misses.
Ary is up.
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What Hossila says actually seems to phase Ary for a moment... as she doesn't seem to have any response, and instead just stands slack-jawed for a moment, then Valaria speaks, reinforcing her ego.
"I will shine in her legion." Ary intones, as she moves to block Hosilla off from the mages, her crimson cloak flowing behind her. Then she slams her shield towards the woman, once more keeping it at the ready between herself and Hossila.
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Ary's words are the last thing Hosilla hears - she slams her family shield into her body and the cultist leader is knocked unconscious. Her spiritual weapon flickers and vanishes, its connection to her magic severed.
"Hosilla is down!" Lann calls out, for the benefit of his fellow men and women in the other room.
The mongrel who was commanded to flee emerges from the other room. "It is true!" the scaled, furred man exclaims. "Hosilla is gone! We are saved!"
Horgus Gwerm crawls out from under the table. "Are they all dead?"
Anevia shakes her head. "No, there are more in the other room. The only reason we haven't been overwhelmed is because Wenduag and her men have been helping us...let's go return the favor!"
Aravashnial grips the chair in front of him, and sits down. He calls out, softly, "ةآلب تو فينيسه تهآ رآست وف. إ'م فينآ ريغت هآرآ" His words are lilted, almost musical.
In the other room, the cultist overhead points at Hrut, her eyes glowing slightly as she channels a spell into her words. "There is no hope. Baphomet will kill you all, and imprison your souls in his endless labyrinth for eternity."
Hrut ignores her, bolstered by Markus' blessing, and focused on the task at hand.
The cultist in front of Hrut grunts, praying to Baphomet. He answers her, and her bruises begin to vanish, only leaving a sickly yellow stain. She growls, tossing her glaive to the ground as she realizes she is fully surrounded. She channels Baphomet's profane blessing into her spiked gauntlet.
Round 5
Anevia heads into the other room. Seeing how crowded it is, and that the mongrelmen are hurt, she calls to Wenduag. "The other room is clear. Help make room so we can finish these mooks off for you."
Wenduag nods. "Come on! Fall back."
The cultist in the very back of the room points her glaive at Hrut. "Flee." she adds, trying very hard to get the huge, armored man away so that they can safely use their glaives. Hrut's mind is clouded, and he turns and flees. The cultists seize the opportunity to strike while his back is turned, but their blows bounce harmlessly off of his armor.
The lantern archon responds to Aravashnial, its voice like tinkling bells. It floats to the other room, and fires off two beams of pure light at the nearest cultist. One hits her in the neck, the other in the gut, leaving smoking burns.
Slowly, some of the mongrels turn to leave.
Back in the main room, Lann moves down to his friends. "Is anyone else hurt?"
They glance to one another, then look down. "Mela died. I... think she's the only one." Lann frowns.
Li'an is up.
"Excellent work Ary, I'm sure Iomedae herself is pleased to see Hosilla taken down!" Li'an called back to Ary, looking quite pleased to see the cultist leader down.
Turning, she headed towards the door quickly, stepping over the cultist's bodies gracefully. Once she reached the door she looked in, but decided to wait until she could move in with the others.
Markus is up.
Markus reaches out towards the cultist up at the top of the rope ladder, willing him to pause all motion - only for a moment. It would be so easy, just...take...a...break.
The cultist pauses for a moment, before shaking the encroaching feeling off of his mind.
Another mongrel pours out from the room.
Valaria is up.
Valaria moves over to the entrance, looking out at the remaining cultists. "Surrender! Your leader is already dead and you're vastly outnumbered. We will show mercy to anyone that throws down their weapons and submits!"
The cultist in front laughs.
"You think we fear death? Death is only a new beginning for the faithful of Lord Baphomet! Your city...your world is doomed!"
Ehren is up.
"It is almost over," Ehren remarks plainly, reaching out to pat Hrut's shoulder. On contact he discharges a small portion of positive energy into the warder's body.
Wenduag backs up, firing an arrow at the cultist at she does so, but her hand slips and the arrow goes flying into the ceiling instead.
"Pharasma will bring your tainted soul to justice," she hisses.
Ary is up.
Ary looks to the wand, wondering for a moment if it would be of use to Aravashnial... but she wasn't certain whether it was fueled by demon magics, or the magic itself was more neutral and the caster fueled it one way or the other. She'd have to make a note to ask one of the more clever people about that. She skipped out on passing the wand to Aravashnial for now, and instead left it where it lay.
"Stay safe, Horgus, I'm going up to the front again. Only a few left out there, it sounds like." Ary said, as she moved into the room with the Mongrelmen and Cultists, shield at the ready, stopping at the edge of the cultist's reach so she could weave her way into their deadzone.
On the bright side, it was also an excellent position to enable her allies!
"You would choose an afterlife called an 'eternal labyrinth'? That's what your god offers you?" she said, an eyebrow raised, once she reached them.
Horgus sputters, but ultimately he sits down next to Aravashnial. "O-okay. Don't die."
The male cultist scoffs. "I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand. An eternity of service to Lord Baphomet is the greatest of honors!"
The cultist from above climbs down the ladder, and unsheathes his glaive as he hits the bottom. He turns, whirling his weapon towards Ary, but she raises her shield. The glaive slams against her shield with a loud clang, the force vibrating down her arm.
The other cultist picks up her glaive and swings it at Ary, while she is distracted with her companion. It digs deep into her thigh, leaving a gory arc in the air as the blade returns.
Round 6
"Ary!" cries Anevia. She tosses her shortsword to the ground, and draws her shortbow as she does so. She aims at the cultist who just attacked Ary, but slips on the wet floor. The arrow goes flying wildly.
Reinvigorated, Hrut charges into the fray, with little regard for his own life. Ary needed help, after all. The cultists whirl their glaives at him, but he holds up his great steel shield, and they bounce off of his shield harmlessly, while Ary watches his side.
The lantern archon glitters, firing off another two beams at the same cultist. The beams of light bore into her stomach, leaving a deep, gory wound despite her armor. She makes a gurgling sound, coughing up blood.
Li'an is up.
Li'an had been studying the situation calmly, trying to figure out where she could attack from to gain the largest advantage, but when she saw Ary get savaged by the cultists she took off into the room in a flash.
"Hang on Ary!" she called as she sprang into action. "Watch out, coming through!" She weaved her way through the crowd at the door, passing Val, Markus, and the Archon. Li'an ducked between Wendaug and Ary, briefly placing her hand on Ary's shoulder as she passed. Placing herself between the cultists and Ary, she lashed out wildly with Lleuad at the critcally wounded cultist, hoping to finish her off quickly.
"If you're so interested in serving Baphomet ever after, then DIE!" she snarled at the cultist.