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

Estelle patted Trixie’s back, reassuring the young girl that she and her were both safe and intact after the near miss of the swinging bladed pendulum almost cleaved them in two. Her eyes scanned the ceiling where the pendulum had disappeared into, warily making sure it wouldn’t return, whilst then giving a careful glance across the rest of the room for any other hidden traps. This reminded her of their time in the Ancient Ruins besides Museo, when they went hunting for gold and treasure with the archaeological trio led by Harrison, and the many dangers they came across during it. Her mind briefly flitted back to the room with the tiles and activated traps, hoping that such a thing wouldn’t occur again. They had to find a way out, and they had to do so at once.

Selan made a more careful cursory look of the suspicious suits of armour, and the shields they bore in their arms, recognising that each contained a particular sigil upon them, one of two varieties. She suggested that lining them up, twisting and turning them so they faced their ‘opponents’ might yield some clue. After Estelle had touched one of them, they had certainly moved from their rigid posture to one resembling something of action. Perhaps fighting. And yet…

There was no clear way of finding out what caused the blade to swing. Any wrong moves could activate more traps. They needed to be careful. They needed to be-

“OOF!” Don grunted as he turned the statues around to face their respective adversary, his chest falling with a loud sigh as he rested his hands against his hips and nodded satisfactorily at a job well done. “There! That’s right, right?” The rest of the Pride just stared at him with bated breath, turning around to hope no more future traps would release. 

And then…

[i]Hisssssssssss[/i]

From minute holes placed along the bottom of the walls, a putrid green coloured gas hissed into the room, quickly beginning to fill it up. Don yelled. 

“Yaaaah! I thought that was it!!” He screamed. Marcus’ eyes scanned all about the room, the walls, ceiling and floor, back to the statues. Had they made a mistake?

“Weapons?” Estelle suggested, glancing at the swords, axes and polearms hanging inbetween the statues. The statues had all been pointed towards their supposed enemies, but they were without weapons. Maybe placing the weapons in their hands would help turn the gas off and reveal an exit. However… what if there was a certain trick to that? She couldn’t see any particular clues. Trial and error, or…?

Trixie squeaked again, this time pushing Estelle out of the way of the swinging pendulum carving a path through the air. This time however, it didn’t stop or recede into the walls or ceiling. It just kept swinging, over and over. As if the gas wasn’t enough, they had to deal with that too. 

What were they to do?!