The situation thickened for the moment, as the dry sounds of the undead echoed through the tomb. Sult bit her lip and tightened her grip, as she eyed the remains of the people, probably innocent people, who had been turned and desecrated against their will. Blast Nero, he had been right about the undead in the tomb. But what was infuriating is that she, who had onced mocked the teachings of the High Priestesses, would be forced to use them to actually push through the conspirators and the undead order.

She looked at her surroundings. The nem girl seemed to be raring for a fight against the sword-wielding man, and the pretty newcomer was smashing skeletons already. Marianne wasn't jumping into the fray yet, and Sult knew it was possibly because her combination of thrusting weapons and sorcery was ill fitting for this kind of foe.

The disturbing part was that Nero was smiling open wide."Sult, why don't you put to use some magic of yours, hmm? I'll cover for you." He purred. He deftly flicked his hand, as he threw a knife at the man, as soon as he noticed he  was trying to talk them down. "Wrong. I'm a Raven." He added, as he directly jumped into the fray with a frontal charge, which was a dangerous, but ballsy and fierce move. He tackled one of the creatures with the shoulder, who, being devoid of most of the weight of a body, was sent flying backwards, as his sword began describing brutal cleaving arcs, smashing the old bones with sickening crunches.

"AND THE DEAD ARE MY SUSTENANCE! DON'T YOU HAVE SOMETHING BETTER? I CRAVE FOR BARROW WIGHTS!SKELETONS ARE BRITTLE!" He added, seemingly out of it. It was as if something had triggered upon him, a past event maybe. Or the fact he had been called a Rose. He threw a second knife at the man's face. 

Sult eyed the frenzy of her brother warily, as he kept attacking. Truly a suicidal tactic, but it seemed that his strength was bottomless and he wasn't afraid of anything. She bit her finger. What had she been doing all this time. Procrastinating, and indulging. And the lack of training and discipline was biting her back. She could lose people in this tomb crawl.

"O, holy Reon, mother of the Sun." She began to pray, as she held her finger drawing a symbol in the middle of the air,mana swirling around her."In this woeful hour, we prayeth. In thy name, I beseech to thine burning passion. Let this haven be a dwelling of thy power. Let Thy LIGHT SHINE THROUGH THE DARKEST PIT! LET OUR FOES, KNOW THE MIGHT OF THY NAME! LET THEM KNOW OF THINE SEARING WRATH, AND NEVER LAY A HAND UPON THINE SERVANTS!" She finished, as her eyes rolled back in her sockets, a pseudotrance sustaining the knight.

"WARD OF REON!" She finished in a commanding tone, as the symbol of the Reonite cult glowed in front of her, exploding in burning light. A glow seemed to envelop the surroundings of the group, and the nearby mindless skeletons who wandered upon the light suddenly burst into flames.

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Meanwhile, Mariah stood atop the statue, as she eyed herself. Letting a big pout across the face, she actually tossed away her weapons. "I'm bored. So lame." She crossed her arms as she oversaw the situation. Bobd and Bõbd looked at eachother, letting a relieved sigh as this meant probably her sister would actually stop acting so wild.

Of course the sudden appearance of two conspirators in the main room was no good for that, as Mariah's face lit up almost immediately. Failing to understand the situation somewhat, she eyed the crossbowman, as she smashed her fist against her palm. "OOOH I GET IT, LIKE. IT'S PLAYING CATCH NOW! SCANDAL!" She squealed giddily as she dropped down.

And chucked a good 200kg of stone statue towards the crossbow man, because it was his time to catch a projectile after he had failed.