"By the sound of things, Pyre has thrown caution to the wind. We don't have long until his drawback is activated." Dolos says, noticing the same white light pour down the corridor illuminating his back as he slashes down another blood bear member.
"Can you keep up boy?" Dolos asks, his right hand gripping the hilt of his blade sending it upwards diagonally across another member, blood pools soaking his clothes as he falls to the floor.
"Was about to ask the same to you, Gramps." Nero responds, tucking the prosthetic under his stump. Backstepping he gains space before stepping forward with one wound up strong right knocking out a couple of teeth from the blood bear member.
"These old bones aren't going to slow down anytime soon, I'll make sure of it." Dolos retorts, letting the edge of his attacker's axe slide down his katana deflecting it one fluid motion, flipping the blade he sends the tip back up, slitting the side of the blood bear's throat.
