Sherral gives his sword a quick tap. Not enough Mist to cast another holy-powered Hastega.
But he follows anyway, and any which sweep in after Eric he cuts down with quick, violent strikes. It seems, to him, to take an age before he's at the door.
"Tell me it opens," Sherral says, and tugs at the door. It's locked, because of course it is. He jabs a thumb back at the approaching horde of undead. "Deal with them, I'll get this open."
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Date: 2014-01-06 09:08 pm (UTC)But he follows anyway, and any which sweep in after Eric he cuts down with quick, violent strikes. It seems, to him, to take an age before he's at the door.
"Tell me it opens," Sherral says, and tugs at the door. It's locked, because of course it is. He jabs a thumb back at the approaching horde of undead. "Deal with them, I'll get this open."