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[b][u]The Tower: Third Floor: Group A[/u][/b]

“Yes, I can,” Marcus replied, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the dark room. The room was quite large and fanciful in its decoration, with several suits of steel armour caked in a line of dust propped in regular intervals across the room. In-between them rested various weapons of swords, axes and lances propped upon the walls, along with a smattering of helmets. All of the pieces of metal dimly reflect the flickering flames belonging to a candelabrum hanging above in the centre of the room. “It’s hard to pinpoint it, however…”

“I can’t see another door,” Don rather glumly remarked. “Maybe we should go back and find another?”

However, when the man turned back around to try and walk back out of the door they had all came through, he found it was locked and all entry was barred. Twisting the door’s knob yielded no success, neither did the attempts to shoulder his way through. It was as solid as stone. Don kicking against it only caused him to land backwards onto his behind, gripping his leg and yelping in agony. Marcus walked passed him, placing his palm against the wooden door and closing his eyes in concentration. He recoiled in surprise. 

“It’s completely sealed.” Marcus began, shaking his head. “I don’t think we’re going to get out this way.”

“Trapped? No way!” Estelle fumed. She folded her arms over her chest and looked across the room again. “There has to be a way out of here… there just has to!”

“But… ow… Big Sis… what?” Don mumbled. 

“I don’t know… there’s nothing much else actually in here bar these suits and weapons. There has to be some sort of… trick, maybe?” Estelle’s hand brushed over the chest plate of one suit, wiping a trace through the dust before clapping her hands free. Don however, looked mortified. 

“That or… or we’re trapped here forever!!” 

“We’re not trapped, Don,” Estelle sighed and looked back with an irritated grimace. “We’re going to get out of here just fine- !”

Suddenly, there was a noise, and the sound of something grinding. Estelle’s eyes grew in bewilderment once she spun around again, to find the suit of armour, and all of the rest of them, suddenly jerk in movement, their arms and torsos shifting, before coming to a rest. 

The Pride fell in silence, studying the statues in case there was any other further movement… or possible hostility from them. There wasn’t. But at the same time… no appearance of an exit, either. 

“Do you… think we have to do something with these statues?” Estelle mused to her friends. “Move them… arrange them somehow… or…?”