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Damion hoists his shield into position. Prepped for the worst. He grips his heavy mace firmly in his hand.
He blink. He stairs nervously forward beyond Esdras lies the unknown. A danger. A weird slime pools in his grip between his thumb and the heft he clings to.
He peers forward; attempting to see around the bend of the stair case. His heart beats faster with each step up. His muscles coiled ready to spring. The lips tremble from adrenaline. Hot fire and violence coursing through is veins.
Damion's ears begin to hear the clatter of bone chimes. He know the sound is real. He knew it was coming. Something was about to happen. He only hears the river of bones when something important is about to happen.
His shirt becomes damp with sweat and mucus from his pores. The grip on the leather hand hold of his shield squeels slightly has he grips it firmer. Damion begins to mouth a silent prayer. His airy raspy voice is barely audible to those with functional ears. Damion cautiously looks behind him for those in his charge.
Damion will not allow any of them to ride the river this day. Not if he can help it. Damion twirls his mace in his hands to stretch his tightened muscles. He begins to coil himself like a spring. Ready to Snap into action at any sudden movement he can detect.