[h2][center][color=ed1c24]Cayde Selmy[/color][/center][/h2]

Success! The creatures, whatever they were, reacted just as he had hoped to the thrown torch... That is until Perkeo was grabbed by one of them. [i][color=ed1c24]Dammit![/color][/i] No matter his suspicions toward the Draph, Cayde wouldn't let him die. The question though was what he would do to save him. These things had tossed around other prisoners and guards that looked to be twice the nobleman's size. Even with his experience with the sword, there were five of them. He didn't like his chances against just one. Racking his brain for ideas, Cayde pressed his wrist against his forehead.

Then he remembered. Earlier, Satirra had attempted to use her connection to her element to dig through the floor, but couldn't because of the collars they'd been wearing. However, in his case, that might just work in his favor. Usually, most weapons would bend or sometimes melt entirely when he attempted to use his power. With his currently weakened connection though, the mass-produced sword he now held in his hand might just be able to withstand his flames. Now with a plan, Cayde leaped out from his cover and charged toward the creatures, lighting his sword aflame and severing the tentacle that was holding on to Perkeo.

Raising his sword up to keep the pyrophobics back, the nobleman turned to his companions and shouted, [color=ed1c24]"Everyone move your feet if you don't want to get eaten! I don't know how much longer these things will blind for!"[/color] Once the party was safe behind the door that led to the stairway down, Cayde would follow, sprinting down the next several floors together.