Rayzor swore and struck out at the shadow demons - or whatever the quiznak they were - with both his swords. As the blades connected with their forms, the shades shivered and split apart into mist, fracturing into a million different pieces.
Well, at least there were some benefits to fighting on the astral plane.
He'd been talking with Keith in the Red Lion's bay when - whatever had happened - had gone down.
Now, both Rayzor and Keith were fighting off a small army of shadow figures.
As Rayzor dispatched another three shadow figures, Red made a growling sound that might have been grudging appreciation.
Well done, the Red Lion said. Now, look to my Paladin. He could use some help.
Rayzor growled something very not-mature under his breath as he chanced a look back towards where a figure in red armor fought his own demons.
"Are you sure, Red? He looks like he's doing fine."
The Red Lion sounded annoyed when he answered.
It's been only two weeks since he was nearly taken by Haggar. He is far from being 'fine'.
Rayzor muttered something about 'over-concerned Lion' and stomped over to where Keith had just dispatched two more shadow-figures.
As he did, Keith glanced over at Rayzor and half-rolled his eyes.
"Red's telling you to look after me, right?"
Rayzor rolled a shoulder. "I think so."
When Keith tilted his head in a questioning manner, Rayzor elaborated. "I can't hear Red - as easily as - uh - before."
When you almost died.
Keith seemed to understand.
"Oh." he said. "Right."
Then more shadows came, and Keith and Rayzor went back to back.
"Any idea on how we get out of here?!" Rayzor called over his shoulder.
"Not - really - " Keith managed as he barely avoided getting killed - again. " - but - I'm open - to suggestions - "
Rayzor hated to admit it, but he really didn't have any.