Grey Onyx, Catacombs
Grey crushed his way through the hounds, the wall by which the tide broke. At this rate, they'd only slow him down if enough bodies managed to pile up and trip him (Though that is certainly not to discount the efforts of the others: he would be having a hell of a lot more trouble alone). A hound leapt at him, and he shunted it aside with his shield, tossing it into a pillar and breaking its spine. One enterprising hound attempted to leap at him once his shield was no longer out front, but it was only met with a boot to the face, stomping down and crushing its skull as he brought his shield to bear once more, wading ever onward through the horde.
"What? Seriously? That's great news, I thought they were wiped out!" He called back, several more hounds attempting to pile onto him at once, but his runes went hot and he managed to shove them all away with one mighty shield swing, offering some breathing room while the scattered bodies were trampled by the others.
"Everyone stick together! We'll keep you safe!" He shouted after. When he heard what he said next he tried 'thinking loudly', knowing Ssarak would pick up on it.
-I... What? that doesn't make any sense... if he attacks us, let me try to restrain him.- He sent, gritting his teeth as things seemed to take a turn for the worse.
Arrows were fired, and while he was able to intercept one he was unsure of the others. Another burst and once again he was able to stop one, but the sheer force behind the projectile caused him to stop. When he heard what she said, it only confirmed Ssarak's story: Tyrael was not to be trusted. Orders or not... He wasn't under the employ of Tyrael anyway. Then, he noticed something odd... She came over, shot arrows at them, and then retreated... into ridge hounds. He couldn't make out exactly what was going on, but if she was just given orders, why would she come over her, shout at the people protecting the Naga instead of the people that were to kill them, and then run all the way back... It was trickery, plain and simple. At least, if you had any idea what someone would do in a fight it was. And then the axe spoke up, something about an E'Docsil... He sent that line of thought to Ssarak, along with a message.
-I think there's a shapeshifter, probe some heads, look for tough wards you can't get into- And then he heard a fluttering, going off behind them. it sounded like a bat... Any real bat would have been long spooked by the chaos, and it would have gone unnoticed had he not just been made suspicious of absolutely everything. His eye widened as he suddenly turned around, pushing past the Naga.
"To the front, Ssarak!" He called, raising his shield and just making it in time to guard against what was either a doppelganger or the real crazy almost-orc. The force drove him back about a foot, the man growling through gritted teeth.
"Not. Another. Inch."
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