Cross Ikon
"How long?" Soulfire asked.
Screams and screeched began to echo down the hallways, and Soulfire grinned beneath the hood and mix of blondish brown hair.
"They are Already upon us!"
The doorway into the room was the only way in or out save the hole in the ceiling. Part of this was the fact that they needed and escape route when things got too clustered to fight. The door was a tool as was the hole in the deck. Soulfire would draw them into the fatal funnel and force them to fight one at a time through the tinny door.
When they pushed through, he would exit, and incinerate the mob below, turning the room into an oven.
"Stand by with that flamethrower of yours. We might have to use it."
The yellow saber came up vertical to his body and as the first monster rushed the door he twirled his wrist, slicing it from groin to head, and sending a splash of blood and entrails slopping onto the floor....
