Kaz looks at the others taking care of the locked door and breaking out light sources, he smiles through his sharpened teeth and whispers "Prepare for the thrill of battle, none shall live that you cross blades with, the weak will fall underfoot" over and over again as a mantra.
The hobgoblin draws forth his greatsword from its sheath, his chain shirt jingling ever so softly as Kaz brings the blade in front of him. He nods at Raekz, seeing the other hobgoblin watching their back, and turns his attention to the front.
"Once they pry that door open, be ready" Kaz thinks to himself as he waits.