Swords and Pages! A Duel for Echidna's Opus!

Between the eroded, crumbling ruins of a city lost ages ago and the crawling, overgrown vegetation, the blond mage had some difficulty navigating his way through the dense forest. With his green leather spellbook in his right hand, he swung his left dramatically back and forth as his finger tips magically sliced through the vines barring his way.

This darn book bettah be worth it, he thought to himself as he forged a trail through the ruins. ''Ah'll be dayumed if I ever trust those "locals" fools again.... Those luddites couldn't even tell a tome from a tombstone. ''

Eventually, after suffering through about three hours of mindless gardening, he reached an razed path running through the ruins of the rubble. The overgrown greens, freshly cut, were leading in the direction of the tomb that he was seeking. Not spending the time to question it, he quickly traversed the path given to him as he examined the handiwork of his unknown predecessor. With his newly received progress, he quickly reached the Tomb of the Broodmother. He was disturbed to discover corpses of at least a half dozen hideous, snake-like abominations littering the entrance.

Well 'ow 'bout that? He pondered, requipping his green book for a brown book with gilded pages. Guess Ah'm not the only one lookin' for that book.

One of Lyn's Butterfly's Blades were out, covered in a mucus colored substance. "Shit.." The swordsman said aloud. She was covered in the mucousy blood of the snake-like creatures, and the stench was appalling. All she wanted was to get that book, then get out. The green haired woman continued deeper into the crumbling tomb, scanning carefully for any traps that may await her.

Hyde waded through the carnage of the vagabond, following the trails of blood and triggered traps as he assessed the situation. Whoevah they are, they know what they're doin....  he appraised. ''Despite all this, ah can't see a single trace of human blood yet. Ah must be gettin' close though...''

She heard footsteps and swivelled, drawing her other blade. "Who is there." She could not see anyone but she could hear the sound of footsteps. Lyn waited for the figure to appear.

Hyde heard a feminine voice, most likely the skilled individual who beat him here. He quickly ducked away out of sight behind a serpentine pillar, his book at the ready.

"Woah naow, Ah mean no trouble miss," he said diplomatically. "Ah'm 'ere jus' ta do some innocent archeology. Nothin' but rock work, alright?"