Elwyn, who had seemed to be grievously injured in the first exchanges of the attack now stood smugly beside the entrance to the ruins. His arms crossed on his chest, Elwyn was leaning against the door frame. Without saying a word, Elwyn turned and walked into the pyramid. Sparks flew, and an electric light glowed from his finger tip, just enough to illuminate a dozen feet around the puppeteer. Zyeke hurried in after him, and grabbed his shoulder,
"Be wary of traps, human, let the sorceress go first. I have seen her to be quite skilled with a lock pick in the village we had left."
Elwyn nodded, and waved for Inrii to hurry in.
A fight need not end with the death of participant. A fight also ends when the desire to do violence is gone.Zyeke