"So, six or seven minutes will be good enough time to finish the raid, right?" Kael Vi-rel stated, his voice a steady anchor against the echoing tremors of the dungeon. His broad-shouldered frame barely shifted as he braced the formidable weight of his shield, his entire attention locked onto the hulking, rage-fueled creature before him.
"Six or seven minutes?" Selene Whitmore repeated, a faint, almost predatory smirk playing on her lips. She tilted her head, the movement causing the strands of hair that framed her face to momentarily obscure the intense gleam in her eyes. Shadows seemed to curdle and curl around her form, restless and eager, as if they were physical extensions of the twin blades she held.
"What is the tank the five-hundredth saying now?" Julie Wartin muttered from the tactical safety of the rear.
