As Albus walked down the passageway he didn't have care in the world.

"I hope Avis isn't too mad about me doing this. After all, being lucky here could land us two birds with one stone."

He had his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling as he walked. Unlike another passageway, the torches here are exactly where they were supposed to be. As he walked he noticed the smell of something good.

"These guys…" Albus said exasperated. "They have the balls to eat while we're here? I was thinking of going easy on them but I guess it wouldn't hurt to put some effort in."

He realized he had most likely drawn the cafeteria and proceeded forward. Maybe after he settled it with those inside, he'd have a taste of what they cooked up.

As he reached the end of the passageway he came up to a locked door. He pulled the handle but it wouldn't budge.

("Did they really think this could stop me?")

The muscles on his arm became more and more prominent as he pulled on the door and it became an otherworldly sight when compared to the rest of his delicate-looking body.

The sounds of the hinges straining, cried throughout the passageway and he started to hear commotion behind the door.

He smiled as he heard them scramble and within the next moment ripped the door off and threw it down the hallway.

He ran towards the room like a beast on the hunt but was interrupted by a chest-height rope. In his bloodlust, he had completely tunnel-visioned towards the inside of the room.

("Now why did the-")

Before he could even question the purpose of the ripe as he ran through it, a set of pickaxes swung down and one struck him in the head as he ran. It made a sickening thud and even those that had laid the trap cringed. He fell limp towards the floor and rolled into the room like a sack of potatoes. He was stopped when he rolled into some chairs and a table.

"Oi, is he dead?" One of the men inside asked.

"What else would one of those picks to the head do to a man you idiot! Plus the bloody fool was running in head first."

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They were both hiding behind the counter and so were another 30 or so men. The men on the other side of the counter soon began circling Albus and started prodding him with the ends of their pickaxes.

"It's a miracle his head is still in one piece."

"What do you mean by miracle? The bastard fucking ripped the door off! He's not normal."

"Could Healy even manage such a feat?"

"Course he could, haven't you seen that armour of his?"

Others looked towards the passageway.

"Looks like only that one came inside."

"Bloody adventurers are always so cocky."

As conversations started throughout only one man had the bravery to check Albus's body in close detail.

"?"

He pulled up Albus's face and instead of being greeted by a hole in his head and blood on the floor, all he saw was a small bruise. He quickly reached for his knife, but at this point, it was already futile.

"AaaaHHah." He screamed as his hand was crushed.

The entire room turned to the noise and saw something that shouldn't have been possible. Albus used the man's shoulder, who was now sobbing over his hand, as a hold to pull himself up and looked around.

He rubbed his bruise as he talked, "(Shit, if I didn't have my magic up that would have killed me.) Wow, you guys really were out to get me. I hope that isn't the only thing you guys had in store."

He threw the man towards a crowd that gathered towards the exit before jumping over them and out into the passageway.

"Shit he's gonna go for some reinforceme-"

Before he could finish, the man at the doorway was sent flying into the room and Albus walked in with the door in tow. He placed it back into the frame and pulled it on which caused it to bend in a way it got stuck in the door.

"Now, I can take my time with you guys."

One brave soul tried to attack him with a pickaxe but he stopped it with his palm. All it did was push on his skin. It didn't bruise much less penetrate him.

("The hell? Is this guy made of iron!?")

Albus grabbed the tip of the pickaxe and dragged it out of his hand. He looked at the handle of it and pointed it towards the room.

("It should be fine if I hit them with the wooden part of it instead of my fists, right?")

The room didn't know what he was thinking but braced themselves for the worst.

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As Tibaut heard the commotion going he couldn't help but wonder if those three were doing alright.

"Well, considering I'm hearing a bunch of screams instead of distinct ones, they're probably fine... I hope."

He looked at the space as he sat at the entrance and wondered how much longer he'd have to wait. As he was getting used to the screams echoing and the distraught faces of those Avis defeated earlier, he noticed a sound unlike the screaming coming from somewhere it shouldn't have. It sounded like a large mass of stone either being destroyed or moved.

It came from the passageway that was blocked which further raised his suspicions.

"Well, it's not like I can leave here." He said as he looked towards the source of the sound.

He didn't want to risk someone escaping if he investigated the noise, so he sat there, waiting in anticipation for whatever was making that noise to show itself.