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	Kheraket regained his footing as the zombie crumpled into the wall from the its own momentum plus the shade's attack. He quickly approached it with a shadowy mass - one much like a fist - sprouting from his staff, before bringing it down forcefully onto the corpse.

   The gatekeeper then turned to the previous room again. Several of their undead attackers were seizing up and twitching - it seemed the others could hold their own, at least somewhat. But what happened next showed that they could clearly do more than just hold their own. One of the girls - the shortest of them - spoke a chant, which borne a crackling blade of lightning to her hand. She slashed through the nearest zombie, despite her great visible fatigue. Her willpower was a force not to be ignored.

  But then she made an unexpected move. She thrust the crackling blade into her equally electric companion. He seemed to be unfazed by the attack - instead he began to visibly ooze energy. Soon enough, it seemed he absorbed more energy he could hold - he gave a warning. Kheraket heeded it, swiftly taking cover behind the side of the doorway opposite of where Brutus' ray would fire, presumably right at the cultist.

The energy surged forth violently from Brutus' body with a loud crack, thrumming around itself through the air as it shot straight towards the enemy. The attack could be felt even from Kheraket's position, the wild, yet contained, energy blasting a beam of pure hot electricity.

The searing ray seemed to engulf the cultist before coming to a stop some seconds after. The energy had washed over Kheraket and he doubted anyone who was hit by that attack could survive - they'd be reduced to ash. The dark-haired boy stood up and moved from his spot of cover, stepping into the room as he surveyed the deceased people.  [color=steelblue]A shame..[/color]

However there were other matters to attend to. The other students seemed to be fine for now - and were conversing amongst themselves. Kheraket took the opportunity to move closer and wait for a chance to ask, [color=steelblue]"Is this a...regular occurrence in this city..? To be attacked by Necromancers?"[/color]

The smaller girl fell to her knees, visibly exhausted of all her stamina. [color=steelblue]"Oh. Um...is she alright?"[/color] he inquiried with a frown.

It was a few moments before she moved again. As she did move however, there was a snap in Kheraket's mind. He felt something there that was not meant to be. A feeling he knew as a calming one in other places, but not here. Being here meant death was afoot. 

His eyes glowed a faint blue as his mind peeked into the soul-plane. He looked at Diana. She, apparently, had two souls. One of which - belonged to a Reaper. A helmsman of hell.

Kheraket's mind snapped back to the physical plane, his body having already took a half-step away from the girl now. [color=steelblue]W-What...Why..?[/color] Having a Reaper's soul in a mortal body was not something that should happen. He had no clue what was going on, but he knew that he was probably alone in trying to figure it out - unless he could ask Diana herself. How lucrative that would be...who knew?

But he decided to keep quiet for now. Interfering with the machinations of a Reaper was against his ideals - not to mention that they were technically higher in rank than him, and could boss him around. But he had to inquire what this was about, eventually...