“Stop him! He’ll bring others down here!” was Liaena’s input to the situation. Serphia threw the little girl a nasty look. “…Shut up. Get him, girls.”

Immediately two of the Night Elves bounded forward cheerfully, both eager and willing to carry out their mistresses orders as they zoomed straight past the runic door and after the disappearing chevalier.  Serphia meanwhile, was striding swiftly forward towards the second mans bolt hole. “The rest of you, fall in”

*

"All I need, is for you to relax, and open your mind..."

“Nope, bad plan” Kathlin gasped back. Staring up at the cloud of spirits, one thing that was evident to the girl, was that Sevarian’s suggestion ranked extremely highly on the ‘nope. Nope, nope, no, no, no, no, nope’ list. 

The man’s lips seemed only to twist into a fleeting smile at her comment, before he diverted his attention to inspecting his underlings closely. “It was a suggestion for your benefit”

[i]“So, what now…?”[/i]

Kathlin shook her head as she tried to collect herself and gather her thoughts, recalling a curriculum that had focused heavily on how to apply a band-aid, not to defend your mind against a hord of evil spirits. [i]“I suppose it is a bit of a niche topic”[/i]

The amorphous cloud of spirits was descending visibly as the cultists chanted,  a pair of gnarled hands and arms becoming visible in the mist to reach forward about to grab her by the head. Kathlin balled her fists by her side as she started to murmur the words of a simple prayer under her breath, over and over again. 

As the hands grabbed her by the head, a jab of agony lanced through her brain even as the creature hissed as if in pain, recoiling but still hanging on tight. One of the cultists took the moment to give her a brief glare, as she struggled to maintain her own chant. “Stop that”

“M’lord! Lord Commander!” A new voice cut through the room as a chevalier backed into the room, slamming the door and locking it, before turning to Sevarian. “Hostiles, commander! Right outside!”

[i]“Oh…good”[/i]
Kathlin thought faintly through the swirling storm that surrounded her. Clenching her fists, she struggled to choke out a word as she screamed. “[b]LI![/b]”

*

“LI!”

“KITTY!” Liaena and Liam screamed back almost in unison, as Bella stared at the door with wide eyes. “Damn.”

“Dammit gal! Leave this t’ tha professionals!” 

Smokey grouched behind her as Liaena shoved several sticks of dynamite under the door, before slathering the hinges with some sort of gunk out of her bag that smelled terrible as she slapped it on with a complete lack of care and attention. “Get back”

“Yup. Sure” Rithrynn said cheerfully behind her, clearly more than a little genre-savvy about the imminent situation. Liam meanwhile was edging forward, murmuring something under his breath. About to rummage in her bag for a tinder box, Liaena was taken nearly unaware as a ball of fire emerged in his hands, before he stepped forward and launched it at the door now coated in flammable explosives. 

[b]-BOOOOOOOOM-[/b]

If there had been protective spells on the door, they failed before the combined efforts of magic and Large Explosion. Shards of stone and twisted metal flew everywhere, the former sharp enough to cut through flesh with ease.  They fell harmlessly to the ground however where they impacted with the glimmering shields that had appeared around both Liaena and Liam. 

Liaena meanwhile, was already moving forward. She barely had time to take in the scene; the cultists, the pentagram and Kathlin standing helplessly in the middle – before the corpse of a troll was flying through the air, impacting with the nearest cultist and throwing him out of the circle.