Cassandra listened to De's question and began to think up a answer. She looked to the walls, floor, and ceiling trying to see if she had been here before. If she had then it was closed up soon after she reached the surface world of the world. Perhaps that's why she felt nostalgic when they entered the room with the faint gorge. She looked to De and then forward again. "Perhaps,... But it's been a long time sense I have been down here. It seems familiar." Once more she tried to recall and she began to remember bits and pieces. It was then they entered a stone room. A pretty good sized rectangular room with pillars. Three on each side, then they appeared in front of them blocking their advancement. Three drow. The drow waited conveniently for the group to be completely inside to the point three more emerged from behind pillars behind them. The drow were mainly male except for one. This one stare closely towards Cassandra, the drow was female and seemed to be the one in charge of this group of drow. As she looked to the left and right more drow poked out and around equalling the amount of people within the group.

Cassandra did know the face of the woman though. "Well, now that I see you I know who is behind our little ambush..." She looked to De and sighed. "Sorry De but it looks like my house, my family, has come to kill me." She looked back at the woman and rose her rapier up tell the point of its blade was aimed at her. "I give you Clair,... She is low ranking drow and used to be under my charge." She added.

Clair snorted and spat at the ground. "Low ranking?... At least I am not a taitor like you." She snapped, she drew forth her whip. Long and black with three tails at the end. At the end if each tail were hooks. The hooks made a distinct sound as they hit the ground. Clair then glared heavily in Cassandra's direction. "With your death my seat will be risen from its spot..." She said and swung her arm back fling the whip behind her. She then swung it forward again launching the whip forward. Cassandra brought her Rapier up to block but the whip wrapped around the blade and cut three slashes into Cassandra's face. She was able to avoid serious damage though. She the grabbed the long rope with her free hand and with her full strength pulled on it sending Clair to the ground. Clair smacked her face into the floor and growled as she began to look up.

"What are you doing just standing there attack!" Clair yelled. The two male drow beside her and the ones surrounding the group charged forward. They weilded two scimitars one in each hand. When they came in, they came in swinging. Clair got up tossing the hilt of her whip to the ground in anger and drew out her own Rapier. She then charged forward coming at Cassandra.

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Ishmael heard the movement all around them as they moved deeper into the huge rectangular room. He then heard Cassandra address the drow woman blocking their path. He could sense that the two had a bitter history and when the woman snapped her whip he knew the fighting had begun again. Before it got heated with the drow who so kindly surrounded them came charging he looked to Nova who was now behind him after he turned to face the drow on his right. "Stay close to me... And keep me covered." He said. He brought up his sword just as his opponent swung in his direction. Sparks flew as the blades made contact. He was stronger then the drow male though and pushed forward not giving the drow any mercy. As he pushed the drow back he removed a hand from the hilt of his blade and a beam of light shot out and into the drow's face. The light blinded him briefly giving Ishmael the time to use his blade to sweep the drow off his feet. In the same motion he turned the blade around and slammed its point down slamming into the drow's stomach. He twisted his blade until the life in it's eye left.

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Heinrich watched as the room was turned into a arena. He could see drow charging in equal to the amount they had. Which was luck in itself. He noticed the drow coming at the left side. Erandur couldn't get all of them so he prepared in his hand a ball of lightning as he moved his staff up to block the drow's attack. It was here that it was revealed that he was stronger then his baggy robes let on. As he held the drow for a second the hand which preped the lightning ball came forward and under his staff exploding a hole right through the drow's belly releasing electricity in its entire body while launching it back. He shook his hand to remove the effects of the lightning as he stood up right.

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Urthak was probably the most capable among the group. De was likely stronger or just as strong. However, Urthak was more brutal. When his drow reached him he rose up his blade holding a part of the blade with his left hand while the right held the hilt. When the blades meet he kicked forward with his right foot. The talons dug into the stomach of the drow as the foot kicked him away. He then followed up with lowering his right and spinning around with his left foot coming across to kick him to the side. Urthak then stepped forward and swung down with his blade but the drow blocked it. Their blades locked as Urthak pressed against the man. The Lizards strength going up against the drow elf. The brutal part came next. As Urthak pressed he got closer and closer, until he was close enough to lunge his head forward opening his mouth to bite into the drow's jugular and tear it out. He rose back up spitting the dark flesh out as he watched the drow bleed out.

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Aeria with her Claymore drawn knew not what to expect. Her opponent had two weapons to her one. She swung her blade outwards as the drow neared. It ducked underneath and slid swinging forward. But not with its blade but its knuckles which wrapped around the hilt. When his right connected he was instantly countered though with Aeria's reflexes which told her to slam her elbows downwards which hit the drow on his back as he slid past her. This resulted in his face against the floor. She then turned and swung with her leg as he started to turn around. Her foot connected with his face putting him out.

Nova watched as Ishmael dispatched his Drow opponent with ease but that did not stop her drow elf from running past him and going straight for her. She moved her pike and aimed it in his direction waiting for him to get near. She jabbed forward but the drow side stepped and with a flick of his wrist slapped staff aside with his scimitar bringing his other across to slash at her. She whispered in elvish and her skin turned to solid stone so that when the blade of the scimitar came down at her neck it snapped. As the broken piece of dark elven steel flew into the air she rose her hand up to grab it and spun slamming its sharp pointed edge into the drow's arm. She wanted to go for his neck but he rose his arm up sacrificing it rather then his neck. He then punched with his other arm still holding a perfect scimitar and cast his own spell on her. Harmless fire called "Faerie Fire" However she did enough research on their underground cousins to know that it is but a illusion. She dropped her pike for a second grabbed the color of his dark chain shirt and pulled forward as her head slammed forward breaking the drow elf's nose. As he was stunned she then sent a much more stronger frost touch down her arms and through her hands freezing him solid. After that she kicked up her pike and swung its hard metal surface that ended in a ball at its end into him causing serious wounds to his side. She could see from the blood oozing out that she must of split a few veins maybe a artery. That did not stop her as she removed one hand from her pike and aimed releasing a icicle spear into his chest piercing his heart and killing him. She did the humane thing... she could have let him bleed internally as the frost defrosted which would have widened his wounds and most likely killed him. Mercy killing, something beyond a drow's thinking... well Most drow anyways. She instantly thought of Cassandra and found her eyes trailing over to the dark elf. It was kind of funny,... here they were fighting beside a drow elf, fighting drow elves.

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Erandur, with his elven long blade drawn saw his opponent coming right for him. The drow's dual expertise with scimitars would prove to be a problem, He did not know how good it would do against his elven armor but the problem was that the drow could see that his armor did not cover him completely like it did De's or Ishmael's. He had to improvise and decided it best to not charge ahead but to simply wait for the drow's attack. That way he could move his sword and armored areas into play as his defense. The drow came in and swung with its swords. As predicted the drow attacked at his sides swinging his blades towards him. He brought his to the side to block the left and then spun so the plates on his back caught the other blade her then slammed his shoulder into the drow to knock his underground cousin back but not completely to the ground. This gave Erandur the attack of opportunity by turning his blade around and he made full circle and swinging it up. The long curved blade of the elven sword struck from the drow's right side up to the drow's left shoulder collapsing his lung and failing a bunch of other organs killing the drow elf. Erandur's blade would not have normally cut through the chain shirt but because of Corellan's blessings upon the steel it was able to do it.

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Elendil chose wisely for his first attack which would end the drow rather quickly. With a thought he cast a spell which began to warp the ground underneath the drow making his opponent stumble a bit. He then rose his bow up and aimed for one of the scimitars and fitted a arrow and tapped its point. When he released it the arrow became a bolt of lightning which treated the scimitar as a conductor and flowed through the drow cooking him from the inside out and stopping the drow's heart. When he saw it fall to the ground he tapped his foot so the floor underneath the drow would stop moving. He snorted at the drow's attempt to over power them. These must not be all that skilled which made him wonder if the drow had much more experienced soldiers and if they did. They could expect more, the snipers were the most cunning and more improvised then these bunch. That was his opinion though, for he was a archer himself so he respected most bowmen whether they are enemies or not.

Kyoto Turned about to face the three Drow coming towards him. With Kyoko beside him and Ryoko behind him they had plenty of time to work these three and they would be simple.... why? Cause they were foreigners to this land. These drow may know tactics from people on the surface of Kurn but not from their country. Kyoto waited as his drow came charging at him with its blades in each hand ready to take him down. The drow swung across aiming for Kyoto's neck. Kyoto drew his blade in a instant racing it up to block the two hits and he turned around his back facing the drow as he moved the blade back behind and underneath the drow's blade. The katana pierced the drow in the stomach in a way it bypassed the rings of the chain shirt though the dark elf's stomach and out the other end. His speed was quick and fast and then he turned back around pulling the sword out and saw the drow's peculiar confused look. Kyoto then swung his katana around and then slashed at the drow's neck decapitating him. Blood splashed upon his armor and face from the event. He whipped the blood off his sword using a cloth tied to his belt and then sheathed the blade. "Know thy enemy before you attack or you can great underestimate him...." is all he said to the drow's body.

Kyoko swung his staff around turning to face the drow he was to fight. The drow like most of the others charged in head strong but stupid. The monk always waits for the fool to make the first move and the fool did not disappoint. Kyoko used his glaive to propel himself a good 2 feet off the ground. He then swung the glaive towards the drow. The drow brought his swords up to try and block but the iron rod hit the top of his head. Not lethal due to the scimitars cushioning the blow. However, the staff was not the complete attack. Kyoko also swung his legs forward his feet kicking the drow in the face causing him to stumble. Then Kyoko as his feet touched the ground once more retracted his staff just to lunge forward using his right leg as and attack. His foot collided with the side of the drow's face this time sending him to the ground. He then quickly spun so that he was now standing right by the drow's head and lifted his leg up high and then let it fall like a Guillotine to collapse the dark elf's face. He removed his foot and turned to face Kyoto who had already finished his opponent and had put his sword back into his sheath. He then bowed agreeing with the samurai's words.

Ryoko the Ninja rogue saw her opponent, she was considered a ranged attacker but she was just as skilled as anyone else. The drow came running for her and she decided to sprint towards him as well and timed the distance between them and when she reached close enough she dropped her body and slid passing right underneath jabbing her kunai right where the drow would not like it tearing through his crotch, removing the one thing males do not want to be robbed of. She then rose back up turned around as the drow moved his hand towards his groin. She then moved in and with both her kunai jabbed them into his sides piercing his kidneys and then as he grabbed his sides she pulled her kunai out and around and jabbed them into the sides of his neck. She then made a turn bringing her foot up to kick him in the back sending him to the floor and watched as he bled to death and suffocated on his own blood.