The song faltered, the bard gasping in pain as his shoulder was pierced, and he stumbled in the dark. The monsters were growing bolder, stronger, of that he was now certain, but it was too late to warn the others now. It was all he could do to keep walking and singing, reaching back to mold the obsidian smooth with Mastered Fire and Earth combined so he could pull it free without doing more damage.
Lantern in one hand and black blade in the other he continued grimly on, song rising in the dark. He was warier now, and ready to try and dodge further attacks that might come at him. Furred ears rose through pale hair, senses extended as he faced the night.
Lantern in one hand and black blade in the other he continued grimly on, song rising in the dark. He was warier now, and ready to try and dodge further attacks that might come at him. Furred ears rose through pale hair, senses extended as he faced the night.
