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Damian~ 

"NOW, ATTACK!" Stillo yells as he spears one of the gargoyles in its stony face. 

It seems to be covered in thick, armour-like leather, imitating but not as hard as, stone. I quickly jump into the fray. It was clever of Stillo to pour blood ina circle. Then if any of us get tired or wounded in the fight, we can simply retreat back into the circle. A safe spot, to be precise. The gargoyles are ridiculously easy to disbale. Possibly a distraction?

But they're extremely fast. A bit faster than me, but still, I match every dodge of theirs for a quick redirection of my strike, rusted blade flashing like salmon scales ina waterfall. And just like a salmon struggling upwards through the waterfall back to its birthplace, slowly but surely we're driving the gargoyles back. They're not very strong, but it's tiring to keep attacking them, as they are persistent. I step back into the circle for a moment, panting from exhertion. Hyra is disabling them with frightening speed, while Stillo is violence and strength personified. I examine myself for a moment. A few cuts and scrapes, but the gargoyle's claws are dull, and probably used more for digging up food from the ground than combat. I'm fascinated by their species. "ARE YOU GOING TO LET US DO ALL THE WORK OR ARE YOU GOING TO ACTUALLY HELP US, DAMIAN?!" Hyra yells, in a headlock with a horned gargoyle. I quickly slice through his midsection, slightly ruffled.  The path to the doorway to the next level is clear. There are about a dozen gargoyles left, but I don't think we should waste our time on them.

Weak but persistent foes who are quick but not very good at attacking. Yes, this is a ploy to make us tired. But the real question is, is what will we find behind that door? A test of strenght, or of wit..?

"Don't waste your time on them, we should leave! The path is clear!" I yell over the snarls and thuds of combat. Stillo disables his gargoyle foe and quickly hisses; "But could it not be possssible that rushing straight into unknown danger whilssst being pursued by foes be the last thing we want to do?" I shrug, and quickly turn to the door. "The Tower expects us to be on our guard after that attack! We would be expecting soemthing quick and brutal after a surprise attack, so it makes sens for it to wait until we lower our guard! After all, a tired body is a tired mind!" I shout as i rush towards the door. Not quite sound logic, but it'll probably pursuade him. Hyra…… I can't figure her out. She's unreadable. What is her motivation? Just run ahead and she might follow. If she doesn't, too bad for her. 

However, I still ready myself for s crushing death as I shove the door open. 

However, instead I see…

I giant chessboard.

AH.

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Damian~

Ah.

The chessboard spanned the length and width of the room. On the far left side of the board, nearing the end, there was a slim silver door, with a curved handle, shimmering and glowing slightly, a tad like moonlight but a lot like a deep-sea angler's glowing bulb, shimmering in the dark underwater world of teeth, mystery, and seaweed. A deep, thoughtful silence emanated from it. 

If, of course, you were in a pessimistic mood, it would look just like some deep-sea horror's eyes glowing with cold anger or whatever. 

Damian wasn't, but saw all possibilities, so saw both at the same time. He opted for moonlight.  

To the board's right, a simple iron door, solid, looking more like a slab of metal hapazardly placed inside a luckily-shaped doorway than an actual door. It had a… hand-shaped impression on it, right where someone might push the door to open it. Soft orange light filtered out from under it. This one had what looked like a keyhole – Damian had to squint to ascertain this – and the roar of flames filtered through it, like listening to soemthing very loud from far away. And at the very end of the board, a wood door, which emanated nothing and looked just like all the other doors that led from one test to nother in the Tower. It gave away nothing, giving a slight air that there was nothing to be given away in the first place. 

Damian immediately knew that the Tower wanted them to think that they had to play a game across the board. The fact that the board was completely empty didn't exactly do anything to dim this feeling, so he figured they would come onto the board once they stepped onto it, or something. Or maybe its misleading us…. He noticed that, if someone was in a certain thoughtful frame of mind, they might just seee that, the way the board was laid out, the side which the black was on was the same side they had entered to. 

It looked they would be playing the black. That could either be saying 'I'm not evil', 'you're EVIL AND YOU KNOW IT', or it could just…. okay, this could mean literally anything. No point in wandering throught the limitless possibilities.  

There was about a foot of space around the board in the room, completely innocent and normal-looking floor, slightly lower than the board itself. "Could we jussst walk arround thisss?" Stillo hissed, inturrupting Damian's scan of the room. "I'm not sure….. This hasn't happened before." Hyra said quietly, brows furrowed.  

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OKAY! Quick description of how I imagine the room. I hope that's what Stillo and Hyra would actually say…. 

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