OOC: B-King, Orange, if Mike Tyson is in the room where the action began, there shouldn't BE anyone there for him to assault. They left through the hole the tall red-bearded warrior made in the wall.
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What Ivan had fallen onto was a monster the size of a buffalo, but a lot uglier and with tentacles. It was this creature's blood which had been drawn up the shaft by a fan installed someplace. But the slayer of the monster was neither dead, nor present on the scene....
It was in fact the scarred warrior Vissarion whose killing swordstroke had caused the disgusting monster's blood to spurt out and be sucked away by that ventilation fan in the basement he had found. The foul tentacled monster was actually a demon of sorts; and no one NOT shielded by God's grace would have been able to do anything at all against it, including NOT with any subatomic-particle plasma, as long as it stayed in its true form--for it was in its origin a bodiless evil spirit.
A demon like this had been conjured on behalf of the unspeakably corrupt King Selvantides of Trantea, in an effort to stave off the overthrow he so thoroughly deserved. Vissarion had been there, seeing that no mortal weapon could even affect the demon; but precisely because he had long before been humbled by God and brought to repentance, he had been able to stand against the fiend with righteous faith, and drive it away. Thus the tyrant HAD been overthrown; and a man of integrity, Admiral Lewmork of the Trantean Navy, had been made King of Trantea instead.
The demons of that race had held a grudge; but though they were capable of laughing off any power dependent on human skill or science, never could they harm the saintly warrior by any supernatural force at their command (just as, in a past era of that world, they had been unable to hurt the earlier warrior-saint, Mo'ajin). They finally realized that the only way they had any chance of doing anything to Vissarion was to assume a physical form WHICH COULD ITSELF BE KILLED, and try to kill him first.
So far, none had succeeded. But once he knew they had followed him here, Vissarion had known that he must get away from the others. HIS OWN immunity to the demons' non-material powers was secure; but some if not all of those he had met, notably that mentally disturbed Ivan, would have been like dry leaves before flame if they had been caught with him.
Therefore, he would keep his distance from the others, letting the demons--if more were about--come after him. Only if he felt sure that no more of them were going to try to slay him anytime soon, would he seek to rejoin that odd assortment of characters. He had already figured out that some power beyond the normal had made him, Lisbeth, Darron, Jade and the rest all able to understand each other's speech; he was quite sure that none of them really spoke Trantean.
Vissarion would no longer make the guiding marks on the walls. He did not WANT the others to find him, as long as their finding him could place their lives in such deadly peril.
