He watched her prod the stones, expecting something dangerous to spring out, his entire body coiled, ready to strike or evade. But as the stones jostled about, nothing happened. But the hairs on his neck were still ruffled. A Keremis always trusted their instincts, or they died in the desert. He'd heard her words, as his mind tried to figure out what exactly the problem was. In his native tongue, a deep, guttural language, smooth like silken sand, [i][color=fff79a]"Something very old..."[/color][/i] 

He didn't know how he knew, nor did he notice that he'd spoken a language she couldn't understand. The more he stared through the portal, the more the feeling of dread grew. It reminded him of something, he just couldn't put his finger on it. After Drache finished her investigation of the stones, unveiling nothing, he stepped cautiously onto them, lightly at first, slowly supporting his weight onto it. As nothing happened, he moved forward, taking another careful step. Stepping on the next stone, he immediately knew it was a mistake, as it sank ever so slightly.

His instincts screamed to rush forward, not back. He roughly grabbed Drache around the waist and dove forward, as a metallic [i]shnng[/i] snapped through the air, a searing pain piercing through his calf. The pair collapsed in a heap, her atop him, their bodies close, as dust permeated in the air. He tried to move and found his leg pinned and in pain. He looked down and saw a thin metallic spear sticking out of the floor and up through the back of his calf. Further inspection showed so many of the spears, from every angle, filling the corridor, enough to slaughter dozens of people. 

He was cursing under his breath in his native tongue, as he grabbed his javelin, wincing at each movement. He gripped it beneath the head, and used it to slice the flesh at the back of his calf, and slipped his leg free of the spear. It was bleeding profusely, and Raffey ripped his sleeve from his shirt and roughly wrapped it up, knowing it would stop soon, a feature of the Keremis. He looked over at Drache, seeing that she hadn't been skewered, asking between pained breaths, [color=fff79a][b]"Ah ya ohkay?"[/b][/color] 

He now knew they were trapped, or at least he was. She could fly out through one of the upper exits, but he doubted her wings were strong enough to carry him. He used a javelin to get himself to a standing position, gingerly limping on his injured leg, staring down through the portal. [color=fff79a][b]"Yah guh a'ead an' eescape. Ah be he'e wheen yah ge' ba'"[/b][/color] He didn't believe those words, as his instincts hadn't been for the trap that got set off. There was something more, something that would be the death of him soon. But at least Drache could get out.