Zhevon reached the end of the hallway and opened the door, throwing caution to the wind he walked in without checking if anyone was inside. Fortunately, nobody was inside. He planted the tip of his sword into the floor and leaned on it, panting. He blinked several times and looked at his hands. No snakes. Which was good. He looked back through the open door and saw the others following, in order it was Ben, Stukov, and Adrianne as the rearguard. He took a second to gather himself, looking around. This corner room was similar to the lobby, suits of ancient armor standing by the walls, more shields and trophies on the walls. More glass cases, there were some tables. Perhaps this is where people would mingle and lounge.
He looked back to the hallway and opened his vox to his team.
[b]"You can pick up the pace a little bit, they seem less aggressive than the others."[/b] He said to them, he leaned to the left to check on Adrianne. She had glowing purple eyes behind her mask. Zhevon muttered a curse, what these statues lacked in aggressive behaviour, at least one of them made up for cunning. A statue, or maybe multiple statues were pumping power into her staff, and thus power into her. If she released a bit of that power it would agitate the pack and bring them all upon them. He then checked on the Veteran and the Armsman, they were doing very well. He had seen an entire squad of Stormtroopers driven mad by the same creatures, causing the statues to screech with anger and then lunge into attack. He spoke again, [b]"Come on, just a bit more. You're doing good."[/b]