Damon barely finished killing the last magma hound when two figures walked over to him. Mark stood tall and silent, his massive frame slick with soot and ash, molten runes along his arms still faintly pulsing from the battle. Clearly, he hadn't even bothered to dodge half the time.
Beside him, Kate twirled her staff once before tapping the butt of it against the scorched stone. The six orbs of blood floating around her glowed faintly, pulsing in sync with her heartbeat, saturated with essence from whatever monsters she'd just annihilated.
"Hmmmm? How did you beat us to the gate, Damon? Did you take a secret route?" Kate narrowed her eyes and looked at him suspiciously.
"Nope. Scout's honor. Cleared everything in my path." Damon casually answered.
"Do you need some time to heal?" Mark pointed at his injuries.
Damon looked down at the faint cut across his ribs and chuckled. "Minor scratch. Got swarmed by a whole pack."
