[center][h2][color=orange]Dillon The Armadillo[/color][/h2][/center]

Dillon smashed another skeleton monster off the edge. These things were practically endless, he'd already killed at least five of them. Or at least as dead as skeletons made of darkness can be. It looked like he had a brief break however. More monsters were coming and Dillon had no desire to fight them so he carefully stepped through another one of those portals. He wasn't sure exactly what the trouble was but if he'd gotten a call it must be dire. Dillon peered at his new surroundings, it appeared as though there was a heavily armored warrior preparing to fight more of those creatures. So he curled into a ball, spun briefly, then launched forward at a tremendous speed crashing into the front row of slowly forming enemies and bouncing back next to the warrior. Dillon merely tipped his hat at the warrior and prepared to fight the oncoming wave of enemies. Two heads were better than one after all, also meant less work for him.