[Center][color=#C70039][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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It seemed, that her so called allies could do something decently competent after all. Eventually, the sound of combat dwindled as the corrupted souls fell. Soon enough the pain that wracked her body dulled with each passing second, becoming a dull throb as whatever small amount of corruption she had taken halted its spread. Even so, she could still feel it. The corruption, lingering just under her skin. The blackened flesh a grim, permanent, reminder of the wound. She had to wonder, this corruption...this sickness...could it be healed? Cleansed? If it was a simple physical ailment, then logic would dictate it [i]could[/i] be cured in some fashion.

...She brushed the familiar seeming thoughts from her mind as she enjoyed the silence in the room, aside from the movement of her allies. She had some [i]very[/i] stern words for them once she was rested - especially that foolish anchor wielding moron who's impatience and negligence was the cause of this entire scuffle. Soon enough, the pain dulled to a tolerable level. Isabella pushed herself to a sitting position with a pained grunt.

Rest was over, though.

There was a soul shattering shriek from somewhere down the hallway. The loud voice echoed in the chamber, the wail from the creature filling her with a certain sense of dread. Whatever it was, it was not a friendly...and if there were more of those cultists, then there was no way they wouldn't have heard it. Very certainly, they would be beset by more of those creatures. Her eyes darted towards the nameless anchorman again, mouth turning into a frown, but now wasn't the time for internal conflicts among the group. If she was going to get out of here alive, she'd at least need to keep her head down.

Her thoughts were interrupted by loud gunfire again, causing her to wince in pain as her ears were still recovering somewhat from the last blast. The loud noise caused her body to tremble slightly, but it wasn't anything compared to whatever she had just overcome. The redhead gave a low grunt, pushing herself to her feet with the aid of her sword, still panting slightly as a familiar voice met her ears.

[i]"This way was no good either... I only managed to escape...I cannot continue... I was foolish... This journey cannot be made on the strength of one alone. I learned this too late...Now go, finish our task! With whatever strength I have left, I will buy you time..."[/i]

Her eyes widened at the sight of him. What was his name...Ezain? He had disappeared during the fight. She had thought him dead, but it seemed she wasn't too far off from that assumption. Curses. Damnable, curses! Of all the casualties, at least take the anchorman for his irredeemable stupidity in this situation. Still, she wouldn't let this sacrifice of his be in vain.

[color=#C70039]"I can walk."[/color] Isabella replied wearily, the sound of loud moans and the snarls of the forsaken, blighted souls became louder. No doubt about it - they were converging on their position. [color=#C70039]"We should get out of here."[/color] She turned her head towards the others briefly. [color=#C70039]"If any of you still have a desire to live and not waste your life on needless conflict, then head down the eastern passage! We can not hold this position!"[/color] Isabella reached behind her head, pulling the dark, gold trimmed hood over her head. [color=#C70039]"Take the lead."[/color] She spoke to the shield bearer. [color=#C70039]"Whatever I did took its toll. I'll help if I can, but our priority should be finding some place where we can rest safely for a bit and consider our options. Keep a quick pace, but don't run head first into the mouth of some beast. I'll keep up, don't worry. I've...had worse."[/color]