Owyn sneered; sure, they could take the fight outside, but the Death Stalker's mobility was far more limited inside.  It didn't have options for where to go or how to move.  He could feel the judgment from the girl, though he cared little for it, as the Stalker was already on them when she made her suggestion anyway.  Ulyssa moved around the beast and the swordsman was at least glad that she could tell what a distraction was and how to use it, meaning him.

It was only moments later that the creature cried out in agony, its posture becoming slightly off-balance as one of its legs hit the ground.  Owyn had to admit - that was an impressive feat considering the size of her blade and even her body.  Of course, everybody had their own weapon choice, perhaps hers had something about it that he didn't know.  Either way, that'd have to be one incredibly keen blade in her hand.  Taking his turn to switch in, Owyn pulled a small trigger on his blade's hilt, causing it to instantly retract and form into one long piece again.  If he could get close enough in the guard, then it would have to resort to tail and confused, inaccurate claw attack.  The eyes were another point of interest as well.

The young swordsman was ready when the recoiling scorpion reared its tail back.  He sidestepped and pivoted slightly, narrowly avoiding the attack's target on the ground.  He had only slightly deflected it with the flat of his sword and allowed it to pierce the floor.  Eight legs pushed in an attempt to free its stinger but Owyn had enough time to swing his blade as hard as he could and sever the tail about halfway deep.  "Fuck," He muttered, withdrawing his blade quickly and readying the next swing.  However, the Death Stalker had other plans as it pulled its tail back out of the ground with the stinger dangling slightly from the end of the tail.

"Get the stinger, Ulyssa!  If we can get that, the claws are..."  He shouted, rolling to the side to avoid a snap, "Easy enough to deal with. But that thing is absolute death on a stick!"

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Lyra's curious eyes took in every detail of any hallway and room they came across.  Some of the pillars here and there would have etchings, but others would be blank entirely if not scratched out.  She loved it here.  Not only did it feel like history, but this man-made structure was so old that it had become a part of nature itself.  Whether or not it was intentional, the temple was built for the land and not the people.  Incredible.  Leafy green mosses grew around edges and on debris while it seemed almost constant that creaking from different parts of the building filled the room.  She was certain that they maintained the structure, if only for training purposes.

Finally, there they were...  The chess pieces.  Lyra rushed up to them and bounced very slightly at the prospect.  "Ooh, which one... which one..."  The real question was which one Owyn wouldn't pick.  Instantly she grabbed the pawn and turned to face Soren.  "This one!"  Not only would Owyn not choose the pawn, but Lyra had her own reasoning.  It was her favorite chess piece, though she was far from a skilled player.  In her mind, she was certain that Owyn would pick the King or Queen.  Most pieces on the board can move with some kind of specialty.  Lyra not only loved the pawn and who it represented, but she respected the piece.  It was the only one on the chess board that could only move forward.  Until the very moment it died, that small, seemingly insignificant piece would keep marching forward at the command of its superior: you.  Chess, while impersonal in nature, would often remind Lyra that there were people out there fighting with nothing but disadvantage.  Many died, yes, but some would go on...  They would cross the board with naught but a prayer and dedication to their leader.  Such a tiny piece, but every soldier is an asset.

"I don't know why they're not here...  Maybe we're just a really good team or... do you think something stopped all of them..?"  She asked with a slight twinge of remorse.  "Maybe there's something bigger in the forest that found them before any of them got here and we just haven't seen it?  Should we check..?"  She asked curiously, rolling the pawn around in the palm of her hand.