Ysaryn scratched at Narda as the giantess took her out of Zeke's arms, baring teeth as she swore venomously. The motion of being handed over made the ache in her head rear agonizingly, and the elf grabbed and squeezed her skull, squeezing her eyes tight. Zeke loitered near the two women, while Ruli jogged ahead to take up the space in the middle, guarding the Armians as they seemed to switch positions. Zeke helped guide Narda through, pulling apart branches and cutting thickets when the giantess couldn't reach, thanks to the elf in her arm. The fact that neither of them could understand the language she snarled to no one in particular a blessing. 

Ruli, sword in his left hand, a large stick in his right as a baton, helped Kire fight off the last of the wolves, squeezing in through the gap made just before the Empress, his eyes beyond her as the wolves, the [i]monstrous[/i] abnormalities, made their attempts at her. "Almost in." He informed her, backing away to give her space. 
He inhaled once she was through, giving a few swipes at the wolves to make sure they retreated. As Kire and Ed turned to face the gate, Ruli remained near the space they had squeezed through, watching for any more. 

"No." Ysaryn said, writhing and scratching at Narda. "No, off," She insisted, and the moment her knees hit the ground the elf vomited, heaving on the uneven ground. 
"You going to live?" Ruli called.
"Fuck you." She answered.
He glanced over his shoulder to smirk at her, and caught sight of the gate below them. Forgetting the passageway, he turned, gaping at it, moving to step beside Kire. "Is that it?" He asked, awed, though he squinted at the pulsing light. "I didn't expect it to be so, ... [i]pretty[/i]."
Zeke, casting the occasional glance behind to ensure they're assailants were truly gone, shook his head. "It gives me the creeps." He said firmly, rubbing his arms as if to chase away gooseflesh. 
Ruli glanced down, dropping his stick at his feet before he moved to sheath his sword. It was then that he noticed the dark colouring on his sleeve that wasn't as dark as the corrupted and decayed blood of the monsters. Pushing his sleeve back with his free hand, he blinked at the bite mark in his forearm, the fangs punctured deep. 
"Do you think those things are rabid?" He asked, flexing his arm. More of his blood oozed out, so he sniffed his arm to try to tell if it was clean.