Chapter Seven The smell of foul air runs through the hollow holes of the nose Ertras has. He had never smelled anything more foul than this. Not even as bad as the wolf pens he saw earlier. The dungeon was wicked looking. It had fire pits everywhere, and a dark, hollow feel to it. Ertras takes a step forward, and gives himself the Demon Armor, a spell he had known ever since he could remember. "Alright, men. Don't fall behind. Don't go ahead. I will lead the way, because I am the one keeping you from danger right now," says Garoxxar. Everyone agrees with that plan, and they start walking into the pits of the dungeon. As they are walking, they see an ugly little man start running at them. "Troggs! These vermin are no threat to me!" screams Garoxxar. The battle starts, and troggs start to appear from nowhere. They had ugly grey skin, and red paint on their bodies. They reeked of unbathed skin, and rotting corpses. The first trogg flew at Ertras, as he had been attacking that one nonstop. He had faced things before that had some strong potential, but nothing like this. This thing seemed very strong. As the trogg wailed at Ertras, he defended himself as best he could. He lit the trogg on fire, corrupted him, and cursed him with pain. Now all he had to do was take the beating, and destroy him with shadowbolts. Garoxxar saw the struggle, but couldn't help Ertras. He had three on him already, he couldn't handle more. Phoenixx was on top of it as fast as he could, since he was the healer of the group. With help from Phoenixx, Ertras destroyed the trogg. Just as the final blow was delivered, Garoxxar let out a large howl, and with one final sweep, destroyed all of the troggs that were in front of him. "Good, now search them, and let us go on." Ertras searched all the bodies, with the help of Jynt, and found some copper, a belt made of chain mail, and a rough looking sword. "Ah, a sword! Let me see it, if you don't mind," says Garoxxar. Ertras hands over the blade and Garoxxar flips it over in his hand. "The mail armor isn't that good, but the sword is. Perfect! This is not a very common thing to come across! Ertras, thank you," says Garoxxar. "Now, let us move. We still have a bit more of this to tough through!" Ertras and the gang rip through the dungeon, trogg by trogg. Then, they come up on snakes. One eyed snakes. Huge, one eyed snakes. Also, fire elementals, ones that were made of rocks and looked like they were searing hot. They had three floating rocks for feet, and a big boulder for a torso. Four rocks connected for arms, and three rocks for fingers. The snakes, the rock elementals, and the troggs all ambushed the team. Oh, no. They were not ready for this, nor expecting it. They were surrounded now, no way out. Garoxxar screamed, "Alright men, this is not going to be our last stand! Give it all that you have!" He then throws himself into the midst of it all. The hatred inside of Ertras started to boil. A blast of energy screamed out of him, and it was all over from there...