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"I really need to stop making friends with the ground."

Kieyrr trekked on, a sinking feeling filling his gut. His head swam with fear. What if he never returned? What if something really was down here and just lurking, waiting for the opportune time to attack? There would be no escape this time. Death was plaguing him. He had to run, to leave, but how and to where?

His knees started to shake, and palms sweat. The fear was making his head swim and he was starting to find it hard to breathe. Something was out to get him. He could feel it. He could see it?

Faces. All the faces swirled around him. Where they the faces of the army he saw? No. No it could not be them. But it could be. Maybe? No.

Shaking his head he quickly tried to escape by moving downward, but it would prove to be a mistake. No sooner than he started to settle down the platform started to tremble and crack. Something rose from within. A being who seemed to match the fear that plagued him.

The being's hands trembled as if to show that he did not want to attack, yet he did.

"Oh sh-" Kieyrr dodged. He did not want this. He needed to run or face the fear.

Giving their opponent a gut punch, the figure fell back but not without delivering a small swipe at them. Klinail's response was only that of soft child like laughter.

*Wham*
Finally she managed a decent blow, and her smirk grew wider.

The twists and turns of The Spire were confusing at best, and, as Shaw had quickly found, fraught with peril. Surely there was someplace safer that he and his fellows could seek shelter in?

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind that a path appeared, leading away into the fog. He hesitated for a moment. The way looked treacherous - platforms suspended midair, some a sizable distance apart. If they were attacked while descending -

He paused. What did it matter? Harm seemed to mean little in this place, and death was an alien concept. With that in mind, he began his descent; hesitantly at first, and then, more boldly. He paid no mind to the tendrils of fog that seemed to snake out across the small islands at random, far more concerned with the groaning of the earth beneath him.

It was in one of these moments of indecision, as he watched fragments of the ground he stood upon shudder and collapse into the abyss below, that a bank of roiling smoke engulfed him.

He could taste her screams-

Shaw came to with a harsh laugh on his lips. He felt drunk, staggering to his feet. His face was twisted into a dark grin. He had never experienced this kind of high before, and it was somehow intoxicating even as it disgusted him.

He could do it. He could control her, make hours out of seconds, make her beg for release - and deny her; deny her until she drew her final breath.

Shaw took one step, and then another.

"I will create an end---"

He attacked the humanoid again, which are now defending itself with its large sword.

"-in which everyone can smile!!!"

...and then she tripped and fell right into what ever it was and her smirk greatly diminished

They didn't make it

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If you die, you find yourself at the top of the Descent, unharmed, and must choose whether to attempt again (starting from the beginning) or to leave.

Ohhh, they want to get through this thing, so HELLO, HERE KLINAIL COMES AGAIN!

Swish. Swish. Crack. Smash.

Those where the only sounds that filled Kieyrr's hears, besides the sound of his own ragged breathe. To say the enemy before him was relentless would be an understatement. He could not figure out a way to get a hit in, that is if he wanted to in the first place.

He just wanted to get away and return to the surface. He never asked for a battle or a brush with death.

Holding his breathe, he dodged the on-coming strike and mad a swift kick at the warrior. It stumbled back a bit.

"Better than nothing I suppose."

Now back to dodging...