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With that little battle all neatly in hand, Alex moved on with the others towards what appeared to be a fountain in front of a hallway. Following the shadowy figures urges to have a drink, he bent down and cupped some of the water in his hands, taking a long drink of it, and then some more, because oh damn was that refreshing! He was feeling better already, even about that Gerard guy dying, because seriously, who was Gerard anyways?

Straigtening back up, he went to stand at the front of the hallway with Mort, curious to see what would happen when the stone was throne, and then flinching and taking a step back when he saw exactly what it was.

Aw hell.

When Mort volunteered to go first, Alex did very little in the way of protest. In fact, he might have reached out and given his bro a kindly pat on the back and whispered. "Alright buddy you do that. You got this. Um, don't die okay?"

Watching as Mort ventured forward, he winced at every weapon he saw that came out to assail his good friend. But it wasn't...so bad, really. Mort was doing quite well, actually, and Alex even began to feel himself relax a bit.

Until he spotted flames. Flames? Okay, guns were bad, but fire, was ten times worse!

He might have been making fairly pathetic whining noises in the back of his throat by the time he too made a move to go on down the hallway, motioning to Belladonna to stay put for now. The first axe that swung down he was somehow able to dodge, but after that, with the gracefulness of a cat with a post it sticker stuck to it's forehead, he stumbled and flailed his way through the rest, punctured, stabbed, and yes, even burnt.

He did somehow manage to avoid the fumes. Probably something to do with the fact that he didn't need to breathe.

"Ow ow ow ow ow..." He moaned, rubbing a few choice sore spots as he joined Mort on the other side. "I don't like it."

Feeling a bit bad for Gerard, shadow dude or not, Belladonna did take a moment to mourn, despite what Mort might have said. It was a very small moment, of course, just a small nod to where his misty form had last been seen before she traipsed off after their group, careful to stick close. Like a little zombro shadow the girl did her best to wedged between them while still staying behind. If it would not have been potentially annoying, she would have linked arms with them and in fact heavily considered the idea as they entered the building.
The fountain inside looks very lovely and while Alexander is bold enough to drink from it, Belladonna just decides a nice washing of her hands is better. Don't want any residual shadow knight blood in her nails, after all. Not that there really was any shadow knight blood that had been spilled, of course...

What comes after is not really what she wants to go through, especially not when a pebble is thrown and subsequently speared. And when Mort volunteers to go first, she is not happy. During the entire time she clutches at Alexander's arm and squeaks when he's hurt so that when it is finally Alexander's turn she gives him a whine for good luck. But both the boys made it out safe, only mildly harmed and now it is her turn. Since she's had three instances to watch it, she knows what to do, right?
Nope. An arrow is the first thing out and it imbeds itself into her arm so that she cries out pitifully and missteps straight into the fumes. Since she has to breath the girl ends up choking and sputtering, crying by the time she makes it to the end to find a set of very small darts tossed at her persons.
With streaming eyes and a small whine coming from her, Belladonna makes it across, holding her arm out at an odd angle.
"Can someone... Uh... Take this?" She points to the arrow that has decided it rather likes her arm, thank you very much.

HP: 80-15= 65

Um. Um um um. What was that? What the jacking hell was that?

Alex would have shot at it but he was, at this point in time, perhaps more scared of his weapon then the was the giant knight that was baring down on them all.

Time to murderize nevertheless.

Alex wanted a sword. He really really really just wanted anything other than this stupid gun that he held in his hand.

Bang!

He was trembling like a leaf at this point.

Okay he'd hit it this time he swore.

Pushing himself rather unsteadily back to his feet, he took a little more careful aim of his gun, trying to just...forget the fact that it was a gun for five minutes and actually hit the damn target properly.

Two shots rang out, two solid shots that met their mark perfectly.

This time he could have cried from relief.