The scene escalated as another set of equally brutish men appeared. One was tall, with a crushed, hooked nose and missing one eye and held an impressive, if not beastly amount of muscles all over his seemingly hairless body a he growled and raised his crooked cut bastard sword. Beside him with a much smaller man, though he was at least as tall as the rough looking woman to his left, who already had her cross bow armed and raised. This man stepped back, his hands glowing as he began to cast a spell.
Darkness began to fog the group, and Therrin would find a round of bolts aimed his way while the mountain of a man charged Zaramay. It would seem the magical darkness that was meant to blind them, did not affect any of the men who were ransacking the ruins.
Now blind and still as useless as she was before, Averella groped around on the side of her sarcophagus before an unseen person struck her from behind, hissing like a snake while he asked, "Going somewhere, little lady?"
With a cry, Averella stumbled back, her entire arm slicing off and dropping inside the coffin, leaving her standing there frozen in shock, sand sifting from the hole where her arm had once been.
