Baulder, Catacombs
"You fool you'll ki-" was all Baulder was able to get out before the loud shockwave knocked him out of the clutches of the hounds. For a second Baulder thought he had died, as he could not see or hear anything. While his vision quickly returned his ears were still ringing incredibly loudly. He was on the ground spread out on the floor trying to orient himself to where he was again. The shockwave Darius had sent out had sent the hounds into a frenzy and were now trying to scramble to their claws again as they figured out where they were. One was so out of it that it began to thrash its head around wildly trying to make sense of the world without sound. Baulder moved his hands to his ears to try and stop the ringing and shut his eyes hard. Feeling the ground with his body Baulder made and effort to stand up but quickly fell down because he was so disorientated. He took one of his hands off his ear and put it on the ground to right himself onto his knees. Baulder then started trying to blink with his eyes wide as if he were just waking up.
Ears still ringing, Baulder turned behind him towards the pile of corpse hounds and seeing John bleeding from the ears and eyes stabbing one of the larger hounds that had grabbed him to death. Baulder yelled out to John but he couldn't hear anything but the ringing, even though he could feel his throat straining. Baulder began crawling over to his double on his hands and knees trying to steady himself. But Baulder had to stop for a moment and wiped the blood on his hands on his shirt. His hands were beginning to become slippery with blood, threatening to make him slip forward onto his face. Still yelling out his demon's name but still not hearing anything Baulder began to become light headed. The ground moving into angles they shouldn't be, his vision becoming filled with black dots. He could feel himself losing the ability to control his jaw and instinctively clenched it for fear of losing control of it. He was still trying to yell to the demon for help but he couldn't tell if he was making any noise. He could feel the spittle be ejected from between his teeth and his vocal cords straining to make noise but all he could hear was the ringing. The ringing was so loud, so very loud. He just wanted the ringing to stop.
Baulder put one of his hands on the demon who was still stabbing the now very dead hound. The demon brought the blade immediately to his throat, but stopping just short of killing him. The demon's face went from pure anger to fear in a second and he put the knife into it's holster quickly and grabbed Baulder before he collapsed face first into the floor. Baulder looked at the demon's face, it seemed to him like he was trying to say words but even if Baulder could lip read he doubted his demon's ability to actually make coherent sentences. Baulder, holding onto the demons shoulders began trying to say
"The rune! The rune!" But Baulder couldn't be sure what it sounded like, he was going off what he remembered the word sounding like.
In that moment the pain hit him like a wave. He suddenly felt all the tears and cuts on his body from the hounds. He went limp for a second as he was using John to stand up. He managed to stop himself falling over for a second but he found himself in intense pain. The cuts on his chest in particular felt like a brand was being put to him. Clenching his jaw again and trying to force a grunt out of his mouth more spittle flew out of his teeth. It didn't help that he could barely see now with his vision darkening. Then he felt the intense healing of the rune on his skin. While Baulder had been struggling to stand up against his demon, John had gotten to work producing the healing rune. Baulders knees went weak again for a second but this time he was hanging onto John's shoulder and kept himself from collapsing. Not knowing where he was in relation to the naga or the other students Baulder tried to say the words
"We must kill the Naga brothers and sisters! You must assist me, they will die because our master demands it!" Baulder was entirely unaware if any of those words managed to escape his clenched mouth but he had made the effort. He then managed to spot the naga in his narrow field of vision. Still killing hounds and.... something else. He couldn't make it out as there was a man with a shield in front of it and Ssarak dealing with it and a dying naga. Baulder reached over to John's dagger and pulled it from it's sheath and pointed the dagger at the naga.
"Their death has been demanded, we comply!" Baulder managed to open his mouth this time but he still could not tell what it actually sounded like. The ringing seemed like it was now a fact of life to him, never ceasing and covering up any noise the world should be providing him. Still leaning heavily on John Baulder began to step in the direction of the naga, clutching the blade as tightly as he could in his weak hands. He clenched his jaw again and began grunting with every step he took towards the naga, making a sure but slow pace towards them. If Baulder could see anything that wasn't the naga he ignored it. Master Tyrael had demanded their deaths, Baulder could not disappoint master Tyrael. He wouldn't. But the distanced between him and the naga seemed like an eternity away even though it couldn't be more than 30 yards. Baulder was having a hard time navigation over all the corpses littering the catacomb now. Slowing what could only already be described as a crawling speed.