[center][b]A Clayman's Finale[/b][/center]

Sonneillon didn't expect the woman to break the corridor to get to Adeline. The situation was getting dangerous- even if he could take one down, the other might get to Adeline. 

"Filthy mogrels!" the spirit screeched, blood boiling. It grabbed the iron maiden on its back with one pitch black appendage and brought it to the fore. With a powerful yank on the chain to unbalance the gauntlet-user, Sonneillon charged down the narrow corridor using the iron maiden as a battering ram. There was no space to dodge, and once the man was done for he could turn his attention to the other human.

Adeline, on the other hand, continued to run for dear life. She hoped the maze would throw off the assailant- she would have no chance of surviving if they caught up.