The mansion itself shuddered, the ceiling caving in chunks, dust exploding outward as the chamber cracked, and through the smoke and ruin, the giant figure of a black bear and werewolf clashing appeared.
"Ryan..." The beautiful Lamia's tongue flickered as her long, scaled tail unravelled from around Ryan and the girls. She glared towards Black Bear and Nikolai, locked in a brutal melee, and snorted. "This isn't the best place, follow me."
Despite being enemies, Ryan couldn't help but nod, cautiously following the lamia who slithered into a distant room, away from the battle. He couldn't remove his eyes from her figure, the warmth of Clara's hand in his the only thing keeping him from losing his composure.
Clack!
The next room wasn't any good, so they continued three rooms down, then, using her dextrous tail, she locked the doors behind them. She turned back, looking down at them with a conflicted look, forked tongue flickering in the air.
