"Three, two, one..."
"Breach!"
Ivy slammed the door in with earthen magic for the fourth time today. Having not run into anything as exciting as the undergrown erotic writing, most of the people they managed to find were just trapped but unharmed. However, that wasn't the case when they broke into yet another room.
Shattering the door, Duchess Agatha went first. Wreathing her hands in flame, the duchess moved into the room. In the center of the room, the large meeting table had been moved aside. There a guy was on the floor, while a girl stood over him, slamming a heavy wooden rod into his back shoulder blades.
Stunned at their entry, there was a pause as this was the opposite of expected. Ivy followed obsidian short blade minus the sharp edge only to also stop.
