[center][h3][color=0054a6]Jehan de Challon[/color][/h3][/center]
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Jehan easily fell into the rhythm of swings, jabs and kicks once the spiders came for them again. The only real risk was to be overwhelmed, but in tight quarters, the chances of that were minimal. By the time they reached the door however, the constant surges of spiders were getting aggravating and all the more strenuous. How many of these things were there? The answer hardly mattered, for they had thinned their numbers considerably. The fiddling with the lock was taking too much time when practically pressed against a wall, so Jehan was glad Silas simply smashed the lock instead. Allowing them an easy escape if they could block the door. [color=0054a6]“Go.”[/color] Jehan said to Amare, before smashing another spider and following into the room. He helped to push the bookcase into place.

[color=0054a6]“Fucking spiders”[/color] Jehan said, stepping away and leaning against a wall. He ran his eyes across the room. Old and dusty and more than likely, most of what left here was a waste of space. With the booming noise, Jehan found himself away from the wall, grasping his weapon again. He raised the point of his poleaxe to point where the noise had come from. [color=0054a6]“There.”[/color] He said simply, “Orcs?” he asked, but as the shouting began on the other side he shook his head. [color=0054a6]“No. Those are no orcs.”[/color] Though he almost expected the reason for the shouting to be orcs. At the same time, he did not hear any orcs, and why would humans be fighting here?