Running proved to be the very best method. The dark imps were all in hiding. Some of them had been half starved to death while the others were clearly hungry for anything they could get their hands on in their territory. They had hatred for the mutated dark imp that had become a glutton. The problems it had caused them were too great. Now they would fight over the position of strongest yet again.
Seeing the two masked figures run from the tunnel, the three teams of tamers outside burst in to laughter. They thought that the foolish pair had been scared off by the dark imps in the dark. Something that weak tamers would be scared by.
However, when the sounds of scraping claws began to approach the exit of the dungeon, they all scrambled for their weapons. It was still too early in the morning for the sun to rise and help them. The dungeon had become too active. It had become chaotic.
