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[hr][right][color=0A638A][b]Third Floor[/b]
[sub]Late Noon[/sub][/color][/right][hr]
[indent]His balance had been thrown off, his footing faltering as he hastily attempted to rectify his mistake. Instinctively he yanked his blade free of the ground and raised an impromptu guard. The creature was up to something... odd. It slammed it massive head against the ground and guzzled down the loosen dirt, filling its belly. 

[color=0A638A][b]"I should be cautious, yet my gut is telling me to strike before its too late."[/b][/color]

In a flourish of movement, Oben aimed the point of his sword in the cramped tunnel. The edge of olden blade reflected the poor lighting while he targeted the side of the monster's stomach. Slippery as it had proven to be, not even the best of surfaces could halt the plunge of his sword. Or so he believed. Again he readied his charge, legs tensing before he dashed towards the mostly-ignorant creature.[/indent]