You slash the claw wielder down. He has a look of surprise on his face as he falls. You look over at your companions. One of your swordsmen and one archer lies dead on the ground, along with the four two-handers. You give a nod of sympathy to Mike. * ”We have to press on. We are near the end, I can feel it.” * ”We aren’t going to stop now. Now its personal. Lead on!” You nod, and throw open the huge door. A blinding light comes from the door.
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