To the Desiertian’s surprise, the rumbling stopped as the ground beneath the two men seemed to vanish instantly. Xerxes attempted to hold onto the entryway to prevent himself from falling in, but the already descending Ikazuchi managed to grab onto the Desiertian just enough so that he would tumble into the darkened abyss as well. “Screw you…” Xerxes jokingly sneered as he attempted to draw Jotunn’s fang to prevent himself from falling. However, as his comrade discovered moments prior, the walls were infallible, foiling his plan. Seeing no other option, the man braced himself for the landing he was about to endure. A loud thud echoed throughout the area as the man lands face first on the cold hard ground, his spear clanking on the ground beside him.
While the fall was nowhere near enough to seriously hurt him, it was enough to agitate him. “You just had to drag me along with you?” Xerxes says with a sneer as he picks himself up off the ground. Fully emerging from the ground and retrieving his spear, he could feel a presence behind him. An ominous and foreboding sense of dread filled Xerxes as he firmly clutches his spear and prepares himself. He quickly jabs the fanged portion of the spear behind him, easily penetrating the revealed golem’s body with his strike. Removing the spear, he turns around and delivers a spinning strike to the head, beheading it instantly. “Thanks for the warning.” He says sarcastically. His face of sarcasm turns into one of pure amusement as he sees the outlines of the creatures looming in the darkness. A soft purring sound could be heard as wolf spiders, near equal in size to the golem he just destroyed move closer towards the duo from both sides. Knowing from their conversations that Ikazuchi had a particular aversion to spiders, despite their guild’s emblem being that of a spider, Xerxes could only relish the upcoming events. “I’ll take the ones on my side. You finish up over there and we’ll keep exploring.” He says as he heads towards those the few behind him, taking a swipe at the nearest one. “Be careful.” The Desiertian says with stifled laughter.
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