The soldiers fought on against the wave. Though the more seasoned soldiers showed lesser signs of fatigue, Petyr and the rest of the newer recruits visibly looked tired. It made sense, this was their first real 'battle' after all. Unlike the veteran soldiers, they didn't know how to conserve their stamina nor they did have much stamina comparatively. Acrius tried his best to kill as much as he could from his position to try and conserve the formations overall stamina. The orange-eyed boy dodged a knife thrown on his face; it nicked his cheek as it made its way past him. He licked the blood that seeped from the cut.

An unfamiliar language hit his ear. [i][color=#FF9900][b]Great, the goblins have mages in their ranks now?[/b][/color][/i] Acrius thought as he furrowed his brow. He began thinking of ways on how to deal with this unknown spell-caster before the cut on his cheek closed up and he felt his fatigue slightly lessen. The boy also noticed the men panting less heavily. What the hell was that spell?

Acrius could barely make out three figures in the newly-made tunnel. The dark silhouettes didn't look like goblin, atleast. However that wasn't just cause to trust someone that randomly happens to come from the tunnel side of the goblins. Soon the figures would charge towards them and a voice loudly resounded in his head.

[b]“I am Drana Turash, Noble Cleric of the Sacred order! Do not fear, for I have come to aid you!”[/b]

[i][color=#FF9900][b]A cleric?[/b][/color][/i] Acrius thought, he knew a few clerics, [i][color=#FF9900][b]What in the hells is the 'Sacred order'? Hm... Balthazar said something about it but I can't recall.[/b][/color][/i]

Acrius retreated back into the formation and grabbed one of the weakest performing recruit. Early on he had noticed that this recruit was the most petrified and stayed back of the formation the most. [i][color=#FF9900][b]Malfoy... something.[/b][/color][/i] Acrius had half a mind to call Malfoy a coward after the battle but would let him off provided he follow Acrius' instruction.

[color=#FF9900][b]"Malfoy,"[/b][/color] Acrius said coldly, [color=#FF9900][b]"Listen carefully. I want you to take your unused legs and run to the keep... Meet with gramps- er Balthazar Trevarthen. Ask him about Drana Turash of the 'Sacred order'."[/b][/color] He fished around his inner pockets and handed Malfoy his royal guard sigil, [color=#FF9900][b]"Should get you into the keep. Lose it and I'll hunt you down."[/b][/color]

Soon Malfoy would run backwards and disappear into the darkness. Acrius turned back around and separated from the ranks.

[color=#FF9900][b]"Drana, was it?"[/b][/color] Acrius said loudly, his voice echoed through the sewers, [color=#FF9900][b]"Not sure if I could trust you and your companions, coming from the goblins' side and all!"[/b][/color]