"The big guy ahead doesn't look easy to deal with," Acheron said, withdrawing his head from around the corner, "Is there another way?"
"Maybe," Lancelot shrugged, "but this is the way I just came from."
"It was just you alone, slipping by that creature naturally wasn't difficult," the Elf Prince shook his head, "but this time it's different, we have so many people behind us, either we find another way around, or we have to kill that monster."
"And me," the voice of Clone Well came from Lancelot's waist, "Lancelot wasn't alone at the time."
"You're so small, you don't count as a person," Acheron glared at the skull in annoyance, "The corridors here are really too narrow, accommodating at most three people side by side. Fighting in such an environment, who knows how much it will cost to take down that monster? Besides, we're pressed for time..."
