No. 1 Usagi
Duke Fishron
Hera is unable to speak, a slightly fearful expression on her face.She opens both eyes to gaze around, beginning to sweat very lightly.
She pauses her gaze on each remaining unopened cell door in her general line of sight for a few seconds each.
A hand curls around the sheath of her katana, the other hand on its hilt.
She slowly draws the blade, bright, fiery sparks leaping from where it’s drawn. At around halfway out of the sheath, she slams the blade back in with a click..
The metal doors / grids all groan quietly for a moment, then snap out, melting into puddles on the floor ahead of the now opened cells.
Shuddering a little bit from the effort, Kamaso gives a sigh of relief.
“O-Okay! Ready to go..”
Two soldiers turn the corner, guns raised. One of them shouts something in Almairan.
"Crap.."
A hand of the gloopy figure morphs into a large blade, which it swings at the fire. There's a loud clang as it's blocked by the axe.The demon raises his mace.
"Seize the relic!"
Two cultists bring out a large metal box, and signals another two to come forward. They're wearing thick gauntlets as well.