[h1][center][b][color=teal]Solomon[/color][/b][/center][/h1]

!@#$, Solomon staggered back from the corpse clutching his wound with his free hand. Didn't that stupid thing know you were supposed to fight like you wanted to live? He hadn't thought it would be so spiteful as to give up its own life to give him a wound. Solomon glared at the body, resisting the urge to pulverize it with an arrow. Sinners wearing sheep skin? A cryptic sentence that didn't mean anything, Solomon dismissed it. Ihosha was using that eye of hers and prodding at the bodies, but there was hardly a chance to pay much attention to that as suddenly Ezain emerged from the southern tunnel telling them to flee as he stayed behind, proclaiming himself already dead. He looked the part.

Isabella immediately told them to head down the east passage, although given Isabella's decision making had nearly killed herself and several other people at least twice in the last five minutes... Not that anyone else's track record was looking much better. Another surge of pain. His wound was blackened now, a sign of disease or infection, not that it was surprising given who he'd received it from. Still, nothing he could do about it now. Solomon stumbled into motion to follow the group towards the passage they were all heading down to avoid whatever [I]else[/I] was chasing them. His bow pulled down on him as much as ever in addition to the wound in his side but he could at least run with it. Though it was more of an unstable jog to be honest.