"In all honesty, not that mu-" Gilbert began.
DUM
Now that the atmosphere wasn't so strained, the continuous drum beat filtered into Gilbert's consciousness and he looked around slowly. It was still quite dim around, and he wasn't so sure what was making it so. If it was evening, it would explain why everything was kind of dark. But the darkness was moving, like it was alive...
DUM
Gilbert suddenly stood up and took his sword. The darkness was alive - and it was moving closer. They were encircled by a group of black slime-looking things, currently unidentifiable. At a quick glance, there were around 6 or 7 separate entities. Normally, Gilbert wouldn't have worried, but the majority of the party were wounded and the slimes had corrosive properties...
DUM
Gilbert quickly slid his arm around the captain's torso and picked her up, mindful of her damaged leg. Gilbert retreated to the middle of the ring, gently placing the captain onto the floor.
"Heads up, we have company!" Gilbert said, taking a stance in front of the wounded captain.
As the slimes dissolved the corpses of the unfortunate souls who hadn't woken up yet, Gilbert realised he was kind of in a pickle. The problem was the corrosive properties. Lingering contact was a definite no, and as thick as his armour was, it wasn't easily replaceable. If he got a hole in it, it would become a big problem. If he was by himself, he could've just jumped over them and ran away, but that wasn't an option. His sense of justice couldn't leave injured people by themselves in a situation like this. He sure had quite the quandry.
DUM
Gilbert relaxed his muscles for a moment and sighed, before swinging his greatsword through the air a few times. He returned to his stance, albeit more relaxed this time. There was nothing for it in this situation, it was highly likely that they'd have to break through. There weren't many things to throw around the place, but he could deal with it. Gilbert judged that steel would last a certain amount of time, and it's not like he was overly attached to his greatsword.
Gilbert psyched himself up and found homself smiling (not that anyone would know that). He often relished desperate combat as when victory came, it was all the sweeter.
"Hope you guys can fight." Gilbert said to the others. "I'm pretty sure we can get through this without any sacrifices... maybe."
