"Understood." Bronwick stood guard as Eldarin changed into new armour. The leather was safely comfortable and felt durable on his form. When he came back out, Bronwick was still waiting with no issues. "Yes. Bellmoral is just up ahead, beyond the waterfall and up the cliff." he stated, pointing over the top of the large ring of rocks. Behind it, he could see a waterfall pouring from up above, out of the valley.

Good, it seemed he didn't have to spend much time adjusting to his new equipment. Eldarin nodded in response to Bronwick. It occurred to him he didn't actually know what Bellmoral was. Bronwick had said they should go to it, but he'd neglected to mention what it actually was. No matter, he would find out soon enough. "Alright, onward again."

"Right. Through this crevice and we should be able to progress peacefully the rest of the way." Bronwick pointed to the large crack inbetween the heavy looking stones. "You should go first, your thinner armour will let you get through easier."

"Very well then." He couldn't help but get a slightly uneasy feeling at Bronwick insisting that he go first but his reasoning was sound and Eldarin had nothing more than a gut feeling. Besides, Bronwick had saved him once and was a knight, so to doubt him was unreasonable. Satisfied with his own rationalizing Eldarin nodded and went ahead.

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A short wiggle through the gap between the rocks later, he found himself on the other side, in the middle of a large clearing. The cliff face ahead of him, reaching up into the skies. There were more shields held upon the walls around him. The waterfall's plunge pool was at the opposite end of the clearing too, making a considerable amount of noise. And the most curious thing of all, a single lone shield sat in the midst of the clearing, set down against a rock. It was quite big with some form of horribly designed face upon it, most likely made of iron.

Eldarin looked around curiously. This was a rather odd place. He decided to wait until Bronwick came through and ask him if he knew anything about the shield in the clearing, surely it must have some significane. It was certainly an odd piece, though to be honest the shields around the entire valley were somewhat odd, at least as odd as anything in this place was.

Bronwick muscled his way through the gap shortly afterward and stood behind him, sword in hand.
"Curious... things have changed since I have been away." Bronwick commented as he gazed at the walls around them... unbeknownst to him, the shield in the middle rattled slightly and seemed to turn... it's horrific face fixing its eyes upon Eldarin.

Eldarin eyes jerked towards the rattling shield, staring down those unerring eyes with a sort of fixed horror. "Uh Bronwick. Is that shield supposed to move?" He asked quietly. A shield. A thrice cursed shield. If Eldarin was going to fight a shield that wanted to kill him. This place was crazy. All of it. Not one thing here was safe. Not the trees. Not the water. Not the stones. Not even a shield. Eldarin was actually kind of pissed. He gripped his sword tightly and mentally sent premptive tingles of magic down his arms, ready for use. If that thing such much as moved near him he was going to break in every way he knew how.

"Certainly not any conventional shield..." Bronwick agreed, holding his sword ready. Their fears were soon furtherly realised as the shield slowly began to rise into the air, it's terrible facade grinning them down as it floated just above the height of a man's head. A certain pressure seemed to hang in the air, focusing upon the shield for a few moments. Then, that pressure burst and a small shockwave rippled around it, hitting the cavern walls and passing with only slight force upon the two men. Around them, the shields on the wall were yanked off and floated into the vicinity of the face shield. They rotated and fit into place, forming a ring around the shield itself. The ring fluttered slightly around it as the shield's wicked eyes fixated upon them with deadly intent.

This was wrong on some many levels. Eldarin did a mental check of his availible tools. Bronwick, sword, shield, magic, firebombs, bow, and Ichor. First step, finding a way to hurt the shield. The eyes? It was a good start. Next step, isolating the target and damaging it. Those shields needed to be bypassed or gotten rid of somehow. Perhaps, a firebomb followed by a direct charge? Break through the line of defense and stab the shield right in its demonic little eyes? Yes that seemed about right, his bow seemed of little use here so Eldarin tossed it to the side so as not to hamper his mobility. The floating shields would doubtless stop projectiles if they could even cause any damage. Now. He had to go now, attack before whatever that was had the chance to. Act rather than react. "Bronwick, charge." He said simply and did the same. Holding a firebomb Eldarin ran forward at the ring of shields, moments before impact he hurled the bomb at the floating ring of shields, his own held high to protect him from the blast. If at all possible he would slide under the ring of shields, otherwise he would simply continue raging forward, doing his best to smash anything out of his way. Once close to the floating shield inside the ring he would do his best to impale the thing in the closest eye. There was no gaurentee it would work and Eldarin was reluctant to expend any magic until he needed to.

"Very well." Bronwick nodded and rushed forward to combat the shield head on. The shield directed a set of three shields to block him, smacking into him and holding him back. The thrown firebomb had enough force to knock the shields back and give him a clear shot at the shield... but to his surprise, his sword went through the shield's eyehole without hitting anything important. The other eye was now watching him where the other one had once been... almost as if something was behind that large face of a shield. With his attack missing, the shield was quick to counter him, bringing in two shields on either side of him in attempt to crush him.

Bronwick was stopped, no time to help him. His attack had been futile, he needed to see what was behind the shield to determine if there was a weak spot. However he also had to deal with the attemped crushing, he didn't know what force these shields could exert but he certainly didn't want to find out firsthand. Doing the first thing that came to mind to satisfy both of his immediate goals Eldarin dropped down, grabbing the floating primary shield with his own shield hand and attempting to slide under it quickly and see what was behind it.

His move was successful as he was able to skid underneath the ghastly greatshield to catch a glimpse of what was behind it. He caught sight of a small imp looking demon holding onto the shield... no, not holding onto it, it seemed like one arm of the pitiful looking creature was actually fused into the metal itself in some horrid conjoinment. Once he was behind it, the demon turned and spotted him. He had a moment to act.

Eldarin mentally paused for a moment. Not what he had been expecting. Whatever, all he had to do was kill this whelp and in theory the rest would fall into place. Eldarin came out of his skid, spinning to fully face the demon and swinging his blade as he did so in an attempt to slash off the demon's head. He only half expected the attack to work and was already plannng what to do in the event it failed.

The shield jerked awkwardly to the left as his slash struck across it's back, piercing its weak flesh as it shrieked in pain from the blow. The shield quickly made tracks to put some distance between them, three shields forming a triangular section between Eldarin ad the Demon Greatshield itself as it quickly hovered backwards, turning itself to face him once it was far away.

A strike was a good start, but the shield had seperated itself from him and he once again was faced with the shields barricading him. Eldarin decided to do something reckless, he ran towards the shields, sword raised to strike at them. However instead of striking once he got close enough he jumped towards them, intending to use them as a step to jump towards the Demon Greatshield. At this point it may have been best to check how Bronwick was doing but Eldarin was having enough mental stress as was between the numerous shields and everything else to do so.

The shields did provide an excellent step to get closer, but he'd failed to check what the shield was doing amidst his move. Maybe if he'd looked at the twin ruby red blazing pupils in the shields eyes, he might have acted differently. The shield fired a pair of crimson beams of magic right into his chest, striking him viciously and knocking him back. He briefly caught Bronwick being mobbed by various shields as even a man of his size and strength was getting hit all over.

Eldarin saw the beam and moved his shield to block them, but he'd barely even registered that they were there by the time they brutally knocked him out of the air, leavin twin burns on his chest and him thudding into the ground. Hopefully the chainmail hadn't welded to his flesh, but that was actually the least of his concerns. Bronwick was useless as anything other than a distraction right now, Elderinn needed to take care of the big one before the little ones got to him as well. Two firebombs. Aw what the hell, it was now or never. "Firebomb incoming!" He shouted to Bronwick as he regained his ground and sprinted forward, one firebomb in each hand. One was tossed into the crowd of shields around Bronwick, Eldarin trusted the man's armour and the shields to protect him from taking any actual damage. The other was throw forward to knock away any shields in his way as he sprinted towards the demon greatshield once more. This time. This time might be his last chance to kill it.

Bronwick's helmet turned and nodded at Eldarin's command, holding up his own shield to protect him from the incoming blast. The explosion knocked away most of the shields and allowed Bronwick to move freely again, now able to make moves once more. The shield sat across from him as his initial firebomb worked in knocked a few away in the dusty arena as a new ring of shields soon surrounded it. Their edged pointed outward as the shields began to spin, creating a sharp metal wall. It seemed prepared for his attack and ready to intercept him.