You drove your weapon down through the final treasure hunter before leaping back. At the same time, Lohen seems to finish tormenting (fighting just isn't the right word) the much larger group he was fighting, obviously taking on more in his eagerness.

"Is that all? That was too easy. We should spar later to make up for this." Lohen wipes his blade as he stands over a treasure hoarder who wasn't yet unconscious (or dead) as you straightened up and turned to the boxes with the intention of searching and reporting. Before you could comment, however, the sound of loud voices and stomping feet is heard from one of the halls.

The hall was too long, and from the volume of the voices and sounds of them running, you could tell this was a much larger group. One that even you and Lohen together may not be able to take alone. You look around for a way to escape as you expected the Vice Captain to flash a reckless grin as he charges headfirst into the glorious, catastrophic vanguard.

Instead, a hand closed like a vice around your wrist.

You were yanked backward with startling, rough force into a dark space. You're quickly made aware of the small closet or locker you're in, you and Lohen pressed together chest to chest, his hand covering your mouth (which you acutely notice is smeared in blood).