The Jailor had not been expecting their target to be pulled towards them, so as they let loose the ball of blue fire they had gathered into their mouth the shot went hopelessly wide. As the blast shattered harmlessly against the floor, the little gargoyles released a few orange pellets from their faces, those snapping against the wall leaving cracks behind. "I am inescapable!", the Jailor bellowed after the group as they began their escape to the other end of the hall. "Come, my friends! We shall hunt", it said to it's gargoyle companions and began beating it's stone wings in an accelerating pace as it flew behind out heroes within the hallways.

The hunter's path led them further in the hallway with only few doors on the sides, all of which seemed to either have a sturdy lock on them or be completely blocked off by rubble... rubble that had evidently been carried from somewhere else given the intact structure around those parts. Once past the first few corners, the ghastly hands and the chill they had brought finally let go of Derrick, letting him move faster again. Eventually, the path led them to a spiral staircase with only one direction to go: Up.

This sight seemed to finally awaken Mistletoe from her stupor as she shook her hand Derrick was dragging her from. "No other way to go!" she exclaimed the obvious and rushed towards the higher up floor as the Jailor appeared from behind the last corner they had turned. "My purpose is absolute! Flee not what cannot be fled from!" was its greeting. The staircase would not accommodate for the creature's wingspan though... Perhaps there was a chance?

[@Dusksong][@Lord of Evil]