Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-25038310-20150128213540

Sander started picming up the pace. He frowned when Meof the enemy. Meledran passed him. They might have been close but being on the home turf of the enemy there shouldn't be something like running or acting rashly and without thinking.

When the group was close to the exit of the catacombs, there was only a large crypt standing between a broken and damaged wall that seperated the catacombs from the small part of sewer tunnel. The crypt, as much of the catacombs, were used mainly to store the skulls of those who were long ago.

When Sander took a step, he felt some sort of liquid beneath his feet. This liquid turned out to be a low pool of blood that nearly rose as far as above his knees. When Sander walked himself through the pool, the blood was weighing him down alot and made it hard for anyone to run or walk fast. He had to take big steps, and his boot's signature black couldn't be seen anymore.

"Quite a feast..isn't it?" he said, licking his lips as he stopped for a moment, leaning down on a tomb.

Utter silence - again. But after a few seconds, a dripping noise could be heard from the corner of the room.

This noise made Sander look up for a moment,and grab his saw cleaver. he would've grabbed his gun, but as he had learned that the sound of a gunshot would've attracted a terrific beast with black horns that were nearly twice Sander's own size..