One blink of an eye would be all it took to cleave the heads off their shoulders had Valentine not yelled out. Sah’ra turned in time to see the blue glint from the torches on the razor sharp edge of the guillotine as it sped towards her, a single brief moment spent considering that this was how she would meet her end. A lifetime spent crawling around in tombs and ruins, poetically brought to close doing as such. Fortunately, albeit accidentally, the taller of the two boys leapt back from the blade and collided with her, pushing her against the stone wall and knocking the wind from her lungs. After all, he was the giant amongst them.
”Have you considered,” Sah’ra began as she irritatedly addressed Valentine between struggling gasps of air. ”that wearing a mask might not be the greatest idea in a dark crypt, Valentine?” Anticipating a backward swing from the guillotine, the woman looked above but found that the steel scythe had vanished in the darkness that hovered above. The dim light from the torches did nothing to penetrate the shadows, leaving her in a state of anxiety. Looking back to the group, she took notice of the blood seeping from the wound on the one young man’s chest. With her own wound to worry about, she proceeded to slice the left sleeve of her tunic at the elbow with her throwing blade. Water from the canteen on her hip would clean her own wound before offering the container to Ezra. ”Best keep that as clean as you can. Traps aren’t the only thing down here that could kill you. Who knows what type of infectious diseases thrive here,” A mediocre thank you for saving her life partnered with a sly smirk as she wrapped her hand.
Auryn quickly located another trap as a series of tiny darts shot from one wall to the other, many clattering to the floor whilst some lodged themselves into the stone. Her first instinct was to simply use her abilities to carry herself over the pressure plates but past experience had shown her that utilizing the Force in places such as this had a tendency of playing out in unexpected ways. Sah’ra would instead silently walk ahead of the group, carefully watching where she stepped as she attempted to identify a pattern amongst the triggers.
Each step was measured as she hummed a childhood melody to ease her nerves, her eyes flicking in every direction as she maneuvered the hall. Only when she was standing directly above each plate did she notice a series of markings in a numerical sequence. While she hadn’t identified all the numbers, she was confident she had figured out what the others needed to do as she came to the end.
”If the plates are pressed in a specific order, I believe it may disarm the remaining traps. Unless you boys think you can copy my path perfectly. Plate one is about half way through. Plate four is the last I avoided. ” she called back with a sigh of relief. Whether or not they made it didn’t matter. She had and that's all she cared about. There were still many plates that didn’t play into the deactivation and would solely trigger a trap, but that was no longer her problem.
”Have you considered,” Sah’ra began as she irritatedly addressed Valentine between struggling gasps of air. ”that wearing a mask might not be the greatest idea in a dark crypt, Valentine?” Anticipating a backward swing from the guillotine, the woman looked above but found that the steel scythe had vanished in the darkness that hovered above. The dim light from the torches did nothing to penetrate the shadows, leaving her in a state of anxiety. Looking back to the group, she took notice of the blood seeping from the wound on the one young man’s chest. With her own wound to worry about, she proceeded to slice the left sleeve of her tunic at the elbow with her throwing blade. Water from the canteen on her hip would clean her own wound before offering the container to Ezra. ”Best keep that as clean as you can. Traps aren’t the only thing down here that could kill you. Who knows what type of infectious diseases thrive here,” A mediocre thank you for saving her life partnered with a sly smirk as she wrapped her hand.
Auryn quickly located another trap as a series of tiny darts shot from one wall to the other, many clattering to the floor whilst some lodged themselves into the stone. Her first instinct was to simply use her abilities to carry herself over the pressure plates but past experience had shown her that utilizing the Force in places such as this had a tendency of playing out in unexpected ways. Sah’ra would instead silently walk ahead of the group, carefully watching where she stepped as she attempted to identify a pattern amongst the triggers.
Each step was measured as she hummed a childhood melody to ease her nerves, her eyes flicking in every direction as she maneuvered the hall. Only when she was standing directly above each plate did she notice a series of markings in a numerical sequence. While she hadn’t identified all the numbers, she was confident she had figured out what the others needed to do as she came to the end.
”If the plates are pressed in a specific order, I believe it may disarm the remaining traps. Unless you boys think you can copy my path perfectly. Plate one is about half way through. Plate four is the last I avoided. ” she called back with a sigh of relief. Whether or not they made it didn’t matter. She had and that's all she cared about. There were still many plates that didn’t play into the deactivation and would solely trigger a trap, but that was no longer her problem.