Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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Ssarak was surprised when Tyrael instructed them all to go ahead and start following him into the catacombs. Only a few students had arrived to join in the mission, and Ssarak had been expecting more. He knew that Tyrael was only using volunteers, instead of conscripting students to help, but he had thought there were more students in the College willing to accept such danger. It was only once another student, who identified herself as Myrn, came running up behind them that Ssarak realized Tyrael was simply leaving without them. For a matter of life and death such as this, Ssarak certainly did not approve. 

As for the catacombs themselves, Ssarak was not terribly worried as the group was moving through. They had a foul smell and were filled with the bones and corpses of the dead, but he did not feel greatly threatened as of yet. His armor would easily protect the majority of his body from the diseased vermin Tyrael mentioned. He needed only be cautious of his wings. It was not terribly likely for him to be infected if it was just the membrane which was bitten, but there were other parts of his wings which were vulnerable. At the very least, they were not accessible from the ground. 

Once the group came across the strange corpse, which Tyrael identified as a ridge hound, the atmosphere became much more tense. Evidently, creatures from the Ravine had made their way into the catacombs underneath the College. They did not need an explanation to know why that could be  danger to those above. Tyrael instructed them to split into groups, and for Ssarak to join him. 

With a simple nod, Ssarak drew his blade from its scabbard and held it in a two-handed, ready position. Currently, the weight was very light and close to the hilt, so the two-handed grip was not necessary, but it would allow him to swing faster in an emergency. He followed attentively behind Tyrael, allowing enough distance that both of them could swing freely if they were ambushed.