[In Armin's section of the hall, two more mummies have shown up to join the first. It's not even just that; he's finding that with each slash and stab he gives to the first it's doing little in result. With a determined yell, he swings enough to chop off an arm, and it hits the ground-- but the mummy keeps moving without even a reaction.
He hears Jean and tries to cast a glance his way, but he's right. It's too dark to make out anything. But that coughing isn't a good sign... Damn it.]
Hang on! [He could figure something out. No, he had to figure something out. He stumbles back further in the darkness along the hallway, dodging rusty swords. But there had to be more, here. He could only make out shadows and shapes. If he could just get a brief flash to take in their surroundings... Maybe it could help Jean, too?
Shifting his swords away to free his hands, he grabs for his flare gun and packs in any color as fast as he can manage. With a point angled high and down the hall, he fires.
The friction and force of the shot lights up Armin's immediate surroundings in a brief flash, showing the elaborate walls and unlit torches along them as well as the three mummies (one missing an arm) stumbling after him. The trail of green smoke comes after, doing little to help with anything. It was just the brief flash, and then it was gone.
But for Armin, it was enough to spot those torches and turn and grab for one of them. Light, light, come on...]
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He hears Jean and tries to cast a glance his way, but he's right. It's too dark to make out anything. But that coughing isn't a good sign... Damn it.]
Hang on! [He could figure something out. No, he had to figure something out. He stumbles back further in the darkness along the hallway, dodging rusty swords. But there had to be more, here. He could only make out shadows and shapes. If he could just get a brief flash to take in their surroundings... Maybe it could help Jean, too?
Shifting his swords away to free his hands, he grabs for his flare gun and packs in any color as fast as he can manage. With a point angled high and down the hall, he fires.
The friction and force of the shot lights up Armin's immediate surroundings in a brief flash, showing the elaborate walls and unlit torches along them as well as the three mummies (one missing an arm) stumbling after him. The trail of green smoke comes after, doing little to help with anything. It was just the brief flash, and then it was gone.
But for Armin, it was enough to spot those torches and turn and grab for one of them. Light, light, come on...]