[h2][center][color=f26522]Enyo[/color][/center][/h2]
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The journey to the territory was quite quiet for him. Even when Varen made a joke to him, Enyo ignored him and continued to look down and zone out. He was hoping this will be easy, quick, and quiet. Honestly the fact they didn't see anyone made him nervous. Maybe someone was watching...

Enyo was taking out the hogs with ease. At this point they were several level under him and took almost no effort to be brought down. Of course they barley gave him any EXP to matter. At least the players still have not advanced any further than this floor, so their drops were still relevant. As another one came for a charge, Enyo just stepped to the side and the hog ran right into his blade. He shook his head in annoyment, finding grinding as a chore than anything else. While he hated doing it, what happened next was less preferable.

Something was moving to them in the distance, and it was moving fast. In just a few more seconds of concentrating Enyo noticed it was multiple things. He has never seen a Red NPC travel from zone to zone, so it could can mean only one thing. Before he could say anything it was apparent they fell into a trap. He expected as much, but it took them so long that he thought they had got lucky. He should've known...he has no luck. 

He prepared himself, hearing orders barked by one of the members in the group. It's been a long while since he's been in a group, but he was aware that no matter how good they were individually they were most likely to get in each others way than help each other due to their lack of previously working together. Enyo ignored the orders and stood his ground behind the group.

In the standstill he tried to see if any of them had a familiar face. He really couldn't tell unless one got more up close and personal. Enyo held held his weapon high up on its wooden staff, ready to quickly block any thrown weapons. He knew the game they played.