Janius wrenched out his axe from the chaurus with a sickening sound. The chitin had given way to a sticky ichor that stretched in wet strings from the wound to the blade. He did not have time to so much as grimace before the order came to get to cover. Janius held his shield overhead against the coming arrows as the pack moved to the fountain as fast as they could.

As they closed in, the Falmer ahead were already in position to keep them out. Sabine lead the effort to repel them by launching a pair of ice spikes at once while Meesei suppressed those above.

Janius took advantage by charging ahead and trying to bash one of the squat creatures onto the floor. "Saras!" Janius shouted behind himself. "Is there anything these things are afraid of?!"

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"Very well," Gallus casually said. "If it feels right, I'd say that you're doing fine."

At this point, Gallus stepped back and gestured to the tree. "Have another throw. Don't let all this talking keep you still."

This time, Gallus kept an eye on Peiter's technique, but it didn't keep him silent. "What about Tzirret? Has he spoken to you much? I've noticed him being quiet around you."