Marco….Polo
Mhenlo, Cynn, and Rurik were stealthily creeping around the walls, careful to see if any Charr were in the vicinity. After a while, they grew tired, and gave up with the sneaking. They just walked slowly, boredly, through the cavern. "Is she even here?" Mhenlo asked. "This is getting us nowhere."
A few more minutes passed, and nothing happened. They almost turned back, but slowly heard a growing sound. Charr snarls, or maybe its Devona kicking butt. In fear that the latter was true, and she was in trouble, the three quickly ran for the noise. Upon turning the corner, they opened up into a room of about twenty or so Charr. "This…isn't…good," Rurik said. He quickly got out his sword, a red sword, with two snakes of flame encircling it. The others followed suit, and got out their weapons. "Mhenlo, give me back up. Cynn, protect Mhenlo."
Mhenlo's eyes turned a white, blank color, and he started enchanting Rurik. After seeing that he was empowered, Rurik charged forward into the crowd. He went to the closest Charr and swiped with his sword, setting its fur ablaze. The next two Charr came forward, and he merely put up his sword and they ran away, fearing the heat. He was continuing his method of hack and slash, invincible thanks to Mhenlo's enchanting. Cynn was taking care of any stragglers, due to his immobility brought on by maintaining the spells. After most of the charr were dead, a great roar encompassed the hall. The three looked up to see a slightly larger Charr, with a demonic aura and a fearsome presence around it. "This, is gonna be interesting," Cynn said sarcastically, and began chanting a spell.