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[b][color=A30000]Level:[/color][/b] 2 (16/20 EXP)
[b][color=A30000]Location:[/color][/b] Sandswept Sky - Inner Mountain
[b][color=A30000]Word Count:[/color][/b] Less Than 750 Words (+1 EXP)
[sub][b][color=A30000]Interaction:[/color][/b] Open[/sub][/center]

This so-called 'friend' gave the half-demon a very unfriendly look that did nothing to pretty up his scruffy looking face, Laharl stuck out his tongue childishly at the grumpy looking thief but before he could annoy him further the boy found himself neary dragged over the edge of the precarious ledge they had been shuffling slowly across. 

Suddenly he found himself clinging to the ledge with a muted squeak escaping him, trying not to look down. Laharl gritted his teeth and pulled himself up with a grunt, quickly resuming the nerve-racking journey across the cavern shrugging off any worried looks the dancer directed towards him as well as the probable smirk her scruffy looking companion had on his face satisfied with the brush of karma the annoying little boy encountered.

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A shaky sigh escaped the half-demon's mouth once the group was clear of Typhon, thoroughly shaken by nearly falling to his demise. It felt even more frigid in this cave, despite having a superior physiology Laharl felt himself shiver at the nipping chill biting at his face. Vaguely listening to the artificial blade and her masterpon explain who or rather what this 'Master Hand' was. However the matter was soon put to rest as the group was fallen upon by zombified corpses lurching from the inky blackness with weapons raised.

Laharl sidestepped the swing of one of the undead warrior's axe, countering with a punch to his assailants chest. His fiery fist punching right through the warriors chest cavity, the first enemy to fall to him and fuel the boy with it's strength and as soon as he had defeated it the half-demon fell upon another attacker practically launching himself at a Draugr as it lunged towards one of his allies, striking it with a crushing blow to the side of the head.

If his allies glanced in his direction in the midst of the battle they would immediately notice that their annoying ally was taking down one enemy after another, seemingly growing stronger as he defeated the undead. It was fortunate he was avoiding getting in range of the frozen undead attacking from afar, he wouldn't last long if he attempted to engage them.

Laharl wiped the sweat from his brow, thankfully before it froze upon his skin while he leaned over to catch his breath while listening to his heart beat rapidly between the rise and fall of his heaving chest. It also gave the half-demon the opportunity to grab some spirits, greedily grabbing anything he could get his grubby little mitts on especially the souls of the Draugr, they would make fine servants or more accurately they would be adequate for the time being as there would definitely be better spirits to bind to his services.