[@OtomostheCrazy][@PerseusArchean]

Not long after the group had arrived on the second (third) floor, the ceiling above them was destroyed, sending rubble down towards the ground, leaving a cover of smoke and dust. The traitors jumped down from the third(fourth) floor, wearing twisted smiles and crazed looks in their eyes as they descended to the next floor. It was just as they had predicted. Unfortunately, they had not predicted the dusty haze that covered the battlefield, giving the enemy the upper hand.

"Stand at the ready! I counted 25 plus the sorcerer when the descended! We outnumber them but that doesn't mean that you can get cocky!" Rhona yelled to the other groups as she got into a ready stance, dagger in hand. Leo also prepared himself by going into a striking position, his claws extended and his lips curled back, revealing a set of razor sharp teeth.

Though the group watched the smoke carefully and greatly outnumbered the enemy, they still had the upper hand. Suddenly, one by one, members of the group were pulled into the fog, letting out blood curdling screams, which were soon followed by a solid [i]chnk![/i] 

"Wait...! Hold the line!" Rhona ordered as she noticed some of the fae get impatient. She knew what they were feeling, for she felt the same thing. However, they had to stay calm.

Another fae was pulled into the haze, the time fairly close to Rhona. "Now!!" She yelled as she took the opportunity that was handed to her, as she tackled the traitor. She was a bit hesitant as she plunged her dagger into the traitor's shoulder. Screaming, the traitor tried to shake Rhona off. However, their efforts were for nothing as Rhona latched onto the traitor tightly, plunging her dagger over and over again into the traitor's flesh until all life faced from their eyes and collapsed onto the floor, dead.

An extreme feeling of nausea overcame, Rhona as she has realized what she had done. Her body trembled furiously as she stood up. She pulled the frightened fae, that had been dragged in by the traitor, to his feet. "A-are Y-you OK?" She replied stammering. The fae nodded feeling just as terrified. Rhona sighed, feeling slightly more relieved.

"Good." Rhona murmered. There was no longer any point in staying and waiting to be picked off, waiting to die. She sighed heavily, shaking off any lingering feeling of nausea. "There's no point in waiting for death! Attack!!!" She roared as she ran into battle.