[center][h3] Octavia Starforge [/h3]
Engaged in battle | Snakeman's Lair [/center]



Their footsteps made a hollow resound; a loud, rhythmic "clicking" which resonated through the dark hallways of the tomb. The passageways eventually led them to a large door, heavy and metallic. They proceeded through the doors with caution, and it closed behind them with a loud [i]thud.[/i] The Bloodrose Irregulars found themselves standing inside a throne room of sorts; a dome-shaped room which looked like it had been ripped out of a history book. The soft light which emanated from the roof top lit the room aglow, setting off a regal ambiance. Octavia had to resist the urge to stare in awe at the ostentatious designs that riddled the ceilings and pillars. Perhaps later. 

The arrow that whizzed through the air signaled the beginning of the battle. The snakes slithered and dashed towards them aggressively, leaving no room for distraction. The deafening silence was drowned out by the clinking of metallic weapons, followed by gunfire and a blast. Octavia unsheathed a dagger and took up a defensive stance, her eyes remaining leveled and focused. At the corner of her eye, she  detected an incoming armored snake-man. With its speed, it easily covered the distance between them in no time. Octavia only had a fraction of a second to swing her blade and block the incoming attack, but the tooth-like edges of the snake-man's blade hooked the edge of her dagger and had sent it flying, the strength of the attack knocking her back into a backward roll. Her hand immediately reached for the hilt of her sword as she dashed forward, leaving no chance for the snake-man to gather its bearings. 

Truth be told, Octavia was not a fan of the idea that she may have to make such a risky move, but it wasn't like she was flushed with alternatives at this point. So as she closed the distance between her and the enemy, she positioned her sword and prepared for the worst case scenario, her expression oddly calm at the task before her despite her misgivings. With a steady hand, she leaped forward and aimed for its forehead.