A Clayman's Finale
Sonneillon felt no need to relay the telepathic message to its holder. After all, a Knight's spirit did all of the dirty work. Lumbering forward in front of Adeline, the dark spirit would trigger, and shrug off all the traps that would be lethal to the very vulnerable girl.
"Okay, take a left here. I'm pretty sure we're close..." Adeline instructed, her decision based on intuition more than knowledge. She glanced back into the dark corridor, both wary of enemies and worried about Maria. Maybe it wasn't a good idea leaving her behind? She was a rookie after all, even if she was older than her. I'm always making terrible decisions, aren't I.
Adeline was quickly growing alarmed at the increasingly confusing tunnels, and was considering backtracking a few turns, when something other than brick and darkness appeared at the end of a corridor. Under the dim lighting of the runes, she could make out two figures. Sonneillon had stopped too. There was little doubt that these were enemies, but Adeline couldn't bring herself to attack them without warning.
"Identify yourselves!" she shouted as loud as possible. Sonneillon, however, had other priorities. It lashed out with metal chains, whipping horizontally towards the two figures.