He watched carefully as the majority of the group ran for the safety of the still clear path beyond the crystals. ok, he thought. That's almost everyone.
He began to follow when he saw Albajo suddenly reach out and purposely grasp hold of one of the crystals. Keyola shuddered to a stop, shock tearing its way through his body as the ancient walker vanished before his eyes.
Callistans scream was lost on the blackness around her but as she surged forward and her sword began to move the Mage's eyes clearly noted the blazing aura of power that sprang into being around the blade and his decades of experience with magic told him cleary that this was a very bad thing.
He cursed under his breath and sprang forward, moving with the speed and reflexes that only a rabbit on a panic could match he barreled into her back, bowling them both over so the two of them tumbled over the crystals and rolled along the length of the path for a dozen paces. When they came to a stop Keyola saw dots of light in front of his eyes as the back of his skull cracked sharply against the ground and he groaned, arms coming up to cover his head from further damage. His vision swam as a bout of nausea hit him so strongly he felt he would retch.
This little adventure is off to a stellar beginning, he thought deliriously.