You're immediately on the receiving end of a number of doubtful gazes.
"And…and you're sure that that's going to work?" Fritz asks, his voice mingling politeness and cynicism.
You shrug, raising your hands in the air. The rest of the party immediately clears a path between you and the door, edging away from you as far as is possible.
In the sudden silence, you grope for the words.
"Svalsh-ratak!"
For a moment, very little happens, and your heart's just beginning to sink, when the two large doors suddenly…
…aren't there.
Instead, there's simply a group of six vampires and werewolves, gazing through the now-vanished door at you.
"Ah," Max says, curling his hands into fists. "That's not ideal."
"Yeah, nice magic, Kan," Sonia comments, her crimson eyes narrowing as she views the oncoming enemies. "You might not want to put on any live performances just yet."
As she speaks, the vampires and werewolves stride through the door, their expressionless eyes fixed on you as you stare back at them.
Even as you face down the six intruders, you hear a creak behind you. Or at least, it starts as a creak before building into a tortured scream of metal. You see the vampires' and werewolves' eyes widen, and you turn, feeling almost as if the air itself is holding you back, slowing your movements.
Still, you manage to turn around, and that's when you see the gigantic suit of armor towering above everyone else in the room. In one steel hand, it holds a colossal axe, which it raises in the air, its blade flashing as it catches the candlelight.
As the room's occupants stare at the armor, it jerks forward, the axe raised up above its helm, its free gauntlet stretching out towards your group. As you stare at the great metal form, the armor strides forward, approaching you with surprising, almost unnerving speed.