One of the men got behind her and aimed a pickaxe at her skull. As he brought it down, Tibaut considered shooting a fire lance to slow his attack but Avis parried the attack without looking and wrapped the wire around his arm. She then flung him at the enemies approaching her front and used the wire to trip various foes as she dodged their attacks and dragged him along. She soon tired of dodging and dragged the wire towards herself. Then she held the wire like a lasso and spun in the air (with the poor bastard attached).

Throwing him was one thing but Tibaut had to admire the sheer strength required to do what she did. The figure in the air became faster and faster, with shouts becoming more and more distorted with each rotation. Some of those gathered looked in terror, unable to move while others started ducking on the floor. Then, as if on a whim she brought him down on the poor souls. Hearing the man scream in agony as he clutched his dislocated arm, she released her wire and quickly tied another as she dodged his pickaxe, this time by his legs. She proceeded to dodge her opponents as she spun him in the air. They must have foolishly thought she would have been immobilized as she did this.

"There's no way." He felt a cold sweat break out as he watched this insult to common sense. "Is she using these guys as disposable flails?" As a one-off, he could probably manage that if he was willing to spend the next few minutes gasping for air. But to do it back to back without so much of a sweat quickly showed him the type of monster she was.

("Geez, no wonder that bastard was so sure of his safety when I threatened him. There's no way in hell I'd ever fight her.")

She attacked the man and released him, then took another. Then another.

With each poor fool she wrapped in her wire, he felt his jaw get closer to the floor.

As he watched the poor souls who were unfortunate enough to be here get used to like bowling pins, he realized he severely overestimated the force he was fighting against.

As he heard the men scream for help and run away in desperation he realized she wasn't a force that could be defeated with such paltry numbers.

As he watched in amazement, Jake and Albus caught up just in time to watch Avis finish up.

They stared blankly at the phenomena happening before them.

"Oh, does her magic increase her strength?" Jake asked as he witnessed the sight.

"No, she doesn't have magic…" Albus said, sounding stunned at what was happening before him.

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They watched in awe until she finished up and there was nothing but bruised, broken and traumatized men lying on the floor.

"I would have appreciated it if you two did something other than gawking." She coldly stated as she wrapped the wire she was using around her hand before putting it in a pocket.

"Well, you look like you had it under control," Tibaut said as he walked over.

"Ah, I just saw one throw up," Jake commented as he looked around.

"I knew I could count on you Avis, but this seemed a bit excessive."

As they surveyed the area they came to the conclusion they would have to go down one of the paths this room was linked to.

"Well, five paths in total, which one do we head down?" Tibaut asked.

"After asking around I've heard that one likely has what we're looking for," Jake responded.

He pointed to the only opening on the west side of the room.

"Likely?" Tibaut asked, not liking the sound of this.

"Well, they said their boss usually goes that way and always tells them never to follow him."

"Really? Then let's go!" Albus shouted before running down the passageway.

Before he could even reach the source of light he saw at the end of it, he noticed a clicking sound and immediately stopped his movements. He felt like he was stepping down on something and didn't like the implications of it.

"Uh, hey guys?" He weakly muttered.

The three walked down the tunnel and Tibaut used his flame to light up the passageway.

"Woah, what the hell did you step on?" Tibaut commented as he got a good look. The area of the floor was a noticeably different shade than the rest and there were various cuts made to those areas that weren't made elsewhere. It reeked of a trap.

"Young master, would your magic not suffice?" Avis calmly suggested.

"Yeah, but I'd prefer if I could."

"Oh, let me, I think I can do something about this," Jake said as he walked on over.

He crouched down and lay on the floor to see what Albus had gotten himself into.

"Oh, you stepped on a button."

"Can I come off it?"

"I wouldn't recommend it."

He pulled out a knife and gently stabbed at the openings in the floor. After making sure not to damage anything, he pushed a stone tile out of the floor, using the knife as a wedge and looked at what lay underneath.

"Huh."

"What do you mean by "huh"?" Tibauy asked.

"No, I'm just wondering if something I'm seeing is real. Well, Lord Bradley was it? You must have some good luck."

Tibaut didn't like the sound of that and took a look for himself. There was a switch of some kind under the tile and two fuses. One looked already lit.

"I suppose that one must have been faulty. The other must have been installed to activate after lifting his foot."

He cut the unlit fuse and looked satisfied.

"Alright, lift your foot."

Albus lifted it and what remained of the fuse was lit before abruptly ending where Jake cut it.

"Phew, thank The Four Gods that didn't light." As he went to wipe his brow, an earth-trembling explosion happened further up in the tunnel.

Avis immediately went to investigate and Tibaut decided to follow. Jake and Albus looked at each other and decided to take their time following the two.

When Tibaut entered the room he noticed there was a blockage of rubble at the end of it.

Avis was there examining the site.

"This seems recent." She commented.