[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/FBrdjSk/image.png[/img][h3]Malphas
Second Floor, ???[/h3][@Rune_Alchemist][@Crusader Lord][@Guy0fV4lor][@Click This][/center]
Seeing that Donovan's plan to sacrifice himself ended up backfiring, the group's options of survival seemed limited. Surely if they split up, they could more easily ensure their individual survival. Still, there is the risk of at least one of theirs to get caught out. As much as Malphas wouldn't mind another one of his allies to take such a sacrifice, he knew he had just as much of a chance to be that unlucky fool ending up getting crushed by that giant. With a similar mindset, doing [i]that[/i] would be less than ideal as well.

Malphas knew that in this specific instance, they would have to stand together.

"[color=lightblue][b]O, Goddess, please grant us your second miracle! One of celerity, of mobility, of swiftness! Aid us in our plight and hasten our flight![/b][/color]"

As he uttered his miraculous words aloud, he attempted to imitate what Donovan had done just earlier. Pushing the limits of his Goddess-given form and further enhancing his abilities with his magical gifts. While doing so, he also deviated his movement to the far right side of the field, beginning his split with the rest as they make their way to the gatehouse. Hopefully his two companions will catch on to his enhanced speed, and believing that his ability to "make miracles" is something to truly take note of.

It wouldn't be a complete lie, either. These poor lost souls truly do have the aptitude for greatness. All they had to do was [i]believe.[/i]