Feldard gave chase after the cat, figuring it would lead him to at least one of the three witch-sisters.
The dwarf was quite grim-faced. He was not looking forward to the upcoming battle, an odd notion for a dwarf. But if what Maruc said was true—that the elf maids were already possessed—Feldard wasn’t sure there was anyway for him fight the sisters without seriously maiming or killing the possessed elves.
As he charged down the hallway after the cat, he hoped the mage and cleric were already working on that problem for him.
“Damn…” swore Nicolai softly, “Easy Feldard, it’ll lead you into some mage-trap.” as he chased after the dwarf. “None of us are fast enough to catch it and you don’t want to blunder into anything.”
“Rats!” said Maruc. “Move left out of the line of fire.” Maruc re-prepared his Holding spell in case the witch poked her head out of the doorway ready to cast it at a moments notice.
Nicolai glanced back and realised his error and pinned himself to the left hand wall.
After the elves Miklos edged passed the Cleric and into the corridor also keeping to the left.
“Come now, Saeth,” Hasan grimmaced. “We must support that dwarf. His melee skills will not be enough.”. The two elves broke into a trot, each of them cursing and admiring the dwarf’s instinctive charge.
The bronze doors at the other end of the hall posed a problem for the dwarf, it was shut tight. The cat couldn’t lead him anywhere , unless it knew how to open doors—a disturbing thought.
Feldard heard the complaints and warnings of the others behind him. He altered his charge more to the left, but continued his pursuit; the rogue and others catching up quickly with their longer stride.
Trapped at the end of the hall, the wounded cat had no choice but to re-engage. It growled at the group, waiting for a target to get into range of its fangs.