Fear, and pain...
Jovik shrieks in pain as the glaive rises, pulling itself free from the meat of his shoulder. He turns to see Jokad straining at the bars, the muscles bulging, the veins in his face etched in purple.
Jovik moves over too, grasping the bars and throwing his weight behind his effort to move them. Nothing happens. The don't shift an inch. The heavy, thick metal has trapped him.
Jovik screams in frustration. There is no point worrying about silence when the crash of the metal gates and the shrieks of pain have clearly alerted anyone within shouting distance that they are here.
SMACK! The first glaive cuts in to Jovik. The force of it sends him reeling backwards, straight into the path of the second. It catches him in the gut. He feels it slice through. He doesn't feel the pain. He is no longer conscious.
OOC: Jovik takes
10hp damage, moving him to -2hp and into unconsciousness.
Jokad, Danth, and Kael see the blades make contact, and they know, from the way Jovik's body crashes onto the floor, that the impact has either killed him, or sent him close to death. Jokad spits out a cruel curse. His hands are still on the bars, although for a moment the fight has gone out of him.
The glaives stop, lazily arching back into their upright position. Something clacks, like heavy stone on heavy stone. The floor upon which Jovik is lying starts to tilt open, sliding the young rogue towards Jokad, and towards a pit.
Jokad reaches in, almost having to lie flat to reach the rogue. He grabs him unceremoniously through the bars, latching an hand under Jovik's right arm, another onto his belt. And then Jokad grunts with the effort as the floor tilts fully free and Jovik falls free.
Jokad holds him there, straining.
Slowly, the big man pulls him up. Danth and Kael move behind, bracing the Shoanti. He grits his teeth, pulling Jovik free of the floor. There is a metal grinding noise. The iron bars start to retract. Jokad, pressed against them with his own and Jovik's body weight, feels the metal pull against his armour and flesh. The metal cuts a ragged gash in his chin as it retreats into the ceiling. Jokad pulls Jovik free, and back. The floor before them swivels back into position. There is a crunch of stone, as if the trap has reset itself.
Jokad starts breathing heavily, while Danth and Kael crowd round Jovik.
You are back where you started, but with one of your number slowly bleeding to death.
Kael becomes aware, for a second, of something watching you from the far end of the corridor. A pair of blazing eyes, a hunched form, not unlike the hounds you encountered upstairs, only MUCH bigger, and the stench of evil from this one is overpowering. It flits back into the shadows, appearing to disappear into the northern-most room, and is gone.
OOC: Danth, I will let you skip that spell loss due to the situation that unfolded.
