Hemmed in by the golems swinging wildly around him, Runzyl grits his teeth.
"Gurtha nae i' hakar!"
Whipped into a frenzy, the Valenar's blades flash to and fro with lethal precision.
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The Valenar deftly sidesteps the golem's attack while steeling himself against the noxious fumes.
Following Gelb inside, the Valenar passes fearlessly through the choking smoke to attack the student engaged with the changeling.
"I will join the others in battle," he whispers to Nev. "Protect our mages."
Runzyl circles around his opponent and, with a sharp inhalation of breath, punts his quarry down the hall towards his companions with a sharp kick to the solar plexus.
Runzyl winces at the expected bite of the quills.
Lurking in the shadow of the doorway, Runzyl widens his grip on Falla Caesenri and suddenly lunges forth to strangle the creature with the handle of his weapon, hoping to stymie its screams with sudden brutality.
The elf nods to Janosz and Gelb, gripping his weapon securely and preparing to strike whatever may come through the doorway next.
The Valenar nods at Gelb and moves up to the door on the side opposite the hinges. He tightens his grip on Falla Caesenri, its wan light faintly illuminating the group. Raising an eyebrow, he lifts up his foot, points to it, then points to the door with a questioning shrug at the others.
The Valenar raises an eyebrow at Rodergo's dogged efforts to heal everyone. "I appreciate the concern, cleric, but you need not invoke the Silver Flame every time I break a nail or stub my toe," he smirks, nodding again in appreciation nonetheless.
"Can you tell how many?" the elf asks plainly. "And what they're saying? They must've heard the sounds of our combat." Looking around and taking stock of the party and their collective injuries, he nods affirmatively. "Perhaps Janosz and I should take a look ahead?" Runzyl looks to the Shadow Marcher with an expectant glance.
The elf sprints to Janosz's side, leaping into the skeleton with a ferocious jump kick as he approaches.
Runzyl frowns at Janosz's mention of blunt weaponry and casts a glance towards Falla Caesenri as he lifts it.
Runzyl grips Falla Caesenri tightly, his eyes darting back and forth in search of other dangers as the party focuses their attention on the inscription. Once he is satisfied that no hidden dangers lurk nearby, he concentrates for a moment, gripping the amulet around his neck in meditation. Aubrey:
The elf again dashes inside the tree's defenses and delivers a telling blow to it's lower limbs.
The Valenar takes a moment to appreciate the immense size of the guardians before carefully dashing inside the behemoth's defenses and delivering a powerful slash at it's roots.
"I think his Flamic garb is more likely to get us 'bumrushed,' as you say," Runzyl grumbles. "If Gath and the Silver Flame have the kind of rivalry as suggested by Sotharr's statements, I would suspect Rodergo and anyone in his vicinity are probably on the 'kill on sight' list."
The elf's brow furrows, turning his head in the direction Gil indicates, but hears nothing. Thus alerted, he raises his weapon in preparation.
Runzyl seems to snap out of his casual disdain for the discussion at hand the instant Rolund lashes out against the other party members. Falla Caesenri pulses with crimson energy as the Valenar raises it to a combat position. "If by force it must be, then so be it," the elf snarls. "It is time we learned which force is more powerful: your curse or your will to survive."
Runzyl spends most of his time pacing, occassionally offering a disgusted look at the hideous creature his companions negotiate with. He says nothing, however, and makes no motion to lash out against the creature. It is clear that he is uncomfortable with the arrangements being discussed, but he understands the concept of 'necessary evil.'
The Valenar warrior follows in the ranger's shadow, returning Falla Caesenri to its sheath to suppress its light and drawing his bow.
Now illuminated, Runzyl zeroes in on the newfound threat in Janosz's clutches and charges in to assist with Falla Caesenri.
Runzyl whirls the glowing twin blades of Falla Caesenri over his head, signaling to the others that the darkness is not magical in origin.
The elf turns his sharp hearing outward, listening for the approach of whatever new foe may be lurking while still catching his breath.
Runzyl lets his blood cool a moment to catch his breath, but still manages to dart in for an attack against the mob.
Besieged by the grasping limbs of the dolgrims, the Valenar releases a primal scream and attempts to throw off his aggressors.
The Valenar raises his weapon in response to Janosz's warning.
Runzyl nods to the collective battle plan. "My knowledge of these creatures is very limited. Janosz, I will engage whichever target you decide is the greatest threat. Lead on," the elf raises his weapon slightly.
"With Falla Caesenri almost fully awakened, I do not believe I will have difficulty with the Dragon Below. I do not require the dagger," the elf states coolly, moving into position to follow Janosz's lead.
Runzyl takes a step to follow the Marcher, but then nods in silence and remains where he stands knowing that the Gatekeeper's darkvision would allow him to go without light.
Runzyl nods and follows the Shadow Marcher's lead, adopting a guarded and careful stance while remaining vigilant for hidden dangers. He takes Falla Caesenri into his hands, the weapon's enchantment pulsing softly, but he keeps it low and to the side. While he certainly wanted to be prepared, the elf knew it was unwise to bear open hostility in such matters. |