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Fenna's mention of Aurok had brought Zell's mind back to that dreadful day in The Mazy Hillocks.  Arthur.  Clive.  He'd barely spoken to either man in the short time they were together, but he felt the loss all the same.  And then there was that metal ninja.  Zell's mouth tightened as he remembered that faceless man - how hard it had been to even touch him when Zell and MacKensie rushed him, giving it their all.  The bastard was still out there somewhere and no doubt; he'd want his sword back.  Well, the Englishman would be ready for Round 2 if and when it came.  They [i]were[/i] stronger, after all.  Which brought him to Fenna's actual point - she'd gained her new power when everyone gained that upgrade after the fight.  Zell wondered if his general power had risen, seeing as he didn't get any new moves to add to his teleport.

"We should probably do something about that as well."

Zell followed Fenna's gaze to the fire, then tilted his head in concession.  "Probably," he echoed, then went over with her to the table.  They settled on clearing the area so that the fire could die out on it's own,  Zell shoving what he could away with his feet, only using his arms when he had to.  "I'll get the other end of that," he said when they had to move a sofa together.  "Ready... hut."  Once it was done, Zell dusted his hands off and nodded satisfactorily to Fenna.

"Hey! Zell, Kass, come here!"

Zell went over to James.  "Yes?  Oh fearless leader," he added with a smirk.

"I saw you get a nasty hit and there is no reason to not address it now, they likely know we are here so it's better to be on top of our game"

Zell paused for thought.  He knew James had healing magic but wasn't sure if he had a limited number of uses each day, the same way he could only use his teleport 3 times per day.  "How many spells you got?" he asked.  "My shoulder's fucked mate, but to be honest, I'd rather fight left handed if it means you have a spare healing spell for emergencies.  Better to have one and not use it, than need one and not have it, ye know what I mean."

After that was made clear, he unbuckled a few straps on his armour, then halfway took off his shirt to reveal a bare arm and shoulder.  The wound was a nasty purple colour, an eight inch open cut across his shoulder just creeping onto his chest.  "Bloody hell," he muttered.  "I didn't realise it was that bad."  No wonder he couldn't use his arm.  "Alright, talk us through what I need to do.  I'm useless at first aid."

Once everyone was ready, they followed Adam over to the bookshelf where the Druid pulled the book, Shattered Dreams.  Zell was holding his breath, ready to react if this turned out to be a trap of some kind.  Part of him was expecting a trap door to open up under Adam and drop the man into the lair of some giant monster.  Zell was already picturing himself diving head first after him, drawing his sword as he flipped and landed in front of big'n'ugly, ready to throw down.  Fortunately, nothing of the sort happened, and a secret passage opened up.

What they walked into left no doubts whatsoever that they'd arrived at the location objective.  Zell broke from his rear guard position and went up front with Barracker.  With Adam barring the way behind them, his place was on the front line.  It had been a long time since he'd been in a church, (he used to occasionally go on a Sunday, as a child, when he spent the night at his grandparents house,) but he recognised the long pues that had been cast to the edges of the room, illuminated by the lamp light that came from the sconces that lined the walls.  The lecturn at the front too reminded him of Sunday Mass, but nothing else was left in the room that reminded him of godliness.  Quite the opposite, in fact.  This was some of satanic nightmare now.

"What's happenin, pal?" Zell greeted when the robed man looked over at them.  "Second Chance.  We heard you've an infestation problem.  We're the exterminators."

"You never should have come here!" was the reply.

"Well, I feel underappreciated," Zell said drily to Barracker.

Weapons were drawn, enemies summoned and a fight broke out.  Zell did his best to maintain a position that would shield his friends from the skeletons, whilst avoiding attacks from the wraiths.  It wasn't easy but at least the skeletons lacked real skill.  The swordsman blocked one skelly whilst delivering a side kick to another one's chest, knocking it backwards into a third and flooring them both.  He dispatched the original skelly before rushing forward and finishing the two on the floor before they could get up.

And back he pedalled to keep himself firmly in front of the back line, specifically James, who was healing quickly but still not 100%.  There was plenty more threats to deal with and Zell barely had a chance to breathe before he was engaged again.  He bobbed and shifted his feet to avoid a wraith, moving into the path of a skeleton that he could actually fight.

[i][b]Ring-ching-ching![/b][/i]

In the backdrop, the robed man was commanding proceedings and the Greater Wraith seemed to be charging something nasty.  "Not good."

This battle was going to be tough.