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Happy to have gotten out of that horrific garden, Don made sure to watch the small party's flanks as they headed back the way they came. Even if the garden itself had spared them, that didn't mean the plant zombies would do the same, as it wasn't shown how much control the main entity had over the shambling abominations. Don grimaced as the group approached the hall full of thralls, even if he couldn't see Nick amoung the bodies; that didn't mean the lad wasn't horribly wounded. The large man scoffed as Isidore suggested they run ahead and leave him behind, [color=lightgreen]"Aye dun enuff runnin fer today lad. Protected er' not-- there ain't no need to fight these things alone."[/color]

Don readied his hammer and shield as he took a deep breath. Focusing his magic, he called forth the 'whispers' once more, guiding as much energy as he could muster into his shield. In his mind's eye, the image of the serpent's star burned hot, and bright; a brilliant beam of starlight burning through the void of nothingness, and directed at the creatures before them.

It was probably a good thing Isidore had grabbed the seed, Don thought as he charged; shield first, at the nearest creature that hadn't already been engaged.