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[color=#736AFF][b][h1]Ranbu no Izayoi[/h1][/b][/color]
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Fishmen died in droves, an even dozen torn to pieces within the opening seconds of the engagement. Izayoi ripped through a pair of sahuagin in a single charge, the edge of her blade resembling a fishmonger's more and more by the moment. She grit her teeth, decapitating the next to rush her and snatching its head out of the air to lift up with a show of intimidation. 

They weren't here to kill them all, just drive them off long enough to make it down to the crystal chambers. Every moment they wasted here was one less to prepare for the true enemy approaching Brightlam in mere hours. Less, now. 

Having taken grievous casualties in the span of barely twenty seconds, the fishmen began to break, most outright leaping back into the water while a few turned tail and fled on land. The latter ran straight into the dungeon's traps, an inadvertent step on a pressure plate causing gouts of flame to shoot out from the walls and cook alive what sahuagin remained. Izayoi wrinkled her nose as the smell of burnt fish began to permeate through the chambers, carelessly tossing aside the head she'd been holding. 

[color=#736AFF][b]"Traps for the unwary, the foolhardy, and the greedy. But of course."[/b][/color] Izayoi sighed, flicking fish guts off her blade before she sheathed it. [color=#736AFF][b]"One wonders how the Grovemasters were supposed to descend to these chambers to check up on the crystal."[/b][/color]

Any who scouted ahead would find a veritable gauntlet awaiting them: pressure plates, magical mines, swinging blades, and what appeared to be a sliding block puzzle of all things at the end. Izayoi's eyebrow twitched ever so slightly upon hearing of the last one.