The pair of them made a quick beeline across the small city, dashing through the cramped streets.
Astaroth could hear screaming coming from some houses. He could guess what was happening.
"We are in the middle of the corruption spread. We need to get to the others faster. I doubt it's a localized phenomenon."
Phoenix agreed, and they sped up a bit, jumping up to the rooftops, where they could run in a straight line toward the inn they had been sleeping at. Arriving there, they saw the guards stepping just in time for the old innkeeper to not get her head bashed in.
Jumping back to the ground, Astaroth darted toward his allies, Phoenix following closely behind.
The guards tried stopping them, as they hardly recognized the duo rushing at them, but Astaroth plowed through them. He couldn't care less how the guards thought of him right now.
The same captain from earlier saw him and pulled out his scimitar.
