Belialthorn took a step forward but Alaric's hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Let me go first."
"You sure? You won't be stopping until you reach the next door." He reminded him.
Alaric shrugged and reached into his storage space, taking out the fat sword. "Then I better make sure to reach the door."
He stepped properly into the room, passing the first lines of ribbons. They weren't surprised when the drawings jerked to life turning in thin blades, arching through the air and curving downward straight at Alaric who parried with his sword.
Steel rang against steel and he pushed it off but then another was curving overhead and he had to jump up, straight into the line of the blade ribbon coming to cut him in two.
"Let's go." Belialthorn's voice was grim as he watched Alaric deflect another one. "You go first, your eye will be limiting you so stay close."
