Pulling myself up and wiping away some of the sweat from my brow, I tried to keep my breathing even and quiet as I joined the others on the small outcropping above a gathering of Cultists; real, dangerous Cultists when compared to what we had dealt with before.
Properly armed and armored, disciplined, focused... and currently in the middle of some sort of ritual that involved slitting the throats of some captured monsters in the center of some symbol drawn atop the stone in glimmering chalk.
Kha'Miero, Taji, Bo'Katari and another Professor student duo all stood beside me, staring down at these Cultists and preparing themselves for what was to come; in the dark of night and with some spells layered on top of ourselves, we were rather difficult to see, smell or hear right now, but even then we still were cautious.
