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The dust settled, their arrows struck true...and the undead monstrosity fell, torso ripped to shreds by Lein's arrows and its head now painting the walls of the crypt. Cecil exhaled, having quickly already knocked another arrow, ready to engage the last remaining opponent.

[color=598527]"...ha?" [/color]Cecilia frowned, watching what happened with a manner of both curiosity and mild disbelief. Well, they were gone for now. That much was certain, but she didn't let her guard down as Gerard tended to the captain. It didn't make sense. The tone of voice was unfitting for the frame, and she was quite sure she had seen horns sprout from the top of his head. It was hard to fool her eyes, and she was almost certain that happened.

Giving Lein a friendly salute as he'd head back up for serenity, Cecil would take position where Fanilly had ordered.

[color=598527]"Tell me if ya see or notice anything else, Shael."[/color] A quiet confirmation from the spirit was the only affirmation she needed as she'd follow Fanilly and Gerard deeper into the crypt and it was soon clear that they'd very quickly find what was likely the conspirators. A voice. Female. A second voice. Male. Cecil frowned as she'd quiet her steps. If only she could poke her head in stealthily and take them by surprise, but that seemed like it wasn't going to happen.

[color=598527]"You know, garbage typically collects more garbage around it!"[/color] Cecil shouted to the witch, a few quick arrows loosed towards her. [color=598527][i]"Shael! Know anything about that barrier!?[/i][/color]


The man from Barukstaed
[@Crimson Paladin][@Conscripts][@Creative Chaos]
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The axe swung wide, barely missing Fleuri as the knight stepped back, the blade in his hand raking against the armor. A miss for the both of them, it seemed, as the Barukstaedian grunted in mild annoyance, making a move to raise the axe once more and make a charging tackle towards Fleuri -

"Guh-?!" A grunt of another annoyance as Steffen tacked him from behind, preventing him from being able to properly wield the axe. He'd reach behind him, a strong hand grabbing a hold of Steffen's helmet, roughly attempting to just pry the Ingvaar off as the knife would meet similar resistance that Fleuri's blade had. What the man hadn't accounted for though, was Vier. He attempted to use the axe to deflect the blow, trying to keep the other man away but a miss - the blade struck true. There was the sound of metal breaking, creaking as Vier's blade pierced the armor under his helmet. The man growled fiercely as he continued to try and grapple with Steffen before he could put that dagger to proper use.