The Battle of Death Mountain: Beta

[Erik Vrell]

Erik looked back briefly before continuing down be cave. The heat was starting to make aril feel nauseated and he hoped that he wouldn't have to endure it much longer. He took off sprinting down the passage. Occaisionally, the great drake would bellow, causing the very mountain to shake. This did nothing to help the feeling that the mountain might collapse in on the beta squad at any moment. Erik heard the sounds of a struggle up ahead and drew his sword just to be safe. 

When he turned the corner, he didn't see any drakes. No alive ones at least. Red hood stood there, covered in drake blood, holding two knives and panting. Erik stopped dead in his tracks at the sight. The vigilante noticed the shocked look on Erik's face and simply nodded in response. Erik continued ahead while Red hood caught his breath. He quickly caught up with Demetri and Nealaphh, along with a number of drake corpses. Erik nodded once more to show that he was still ready and willing to move forward. The psychic had Mageslayer in hand and was bouncing on the soles of his feet, all signs of nausea gone. An excited glint had appeared in his eye and he was struggling to contain a grin. The psychic seemed strangely exhilarated by the sight of the slain drakes and was apparently ready for more.