Drake led the way through the halls of the large castle, weaving through one corridor after another. They were staying as quiet as they could, not wanting to be heard.
He had the handle of his whip grasped tightly as he scanned the area. The length was draped loosely over his shoulder, so it wouldn't drag on the stone floor and alert those inside the throne room.
Chad was next. He had his magic bow on his back and his healing sword on his side with its strap open, allowing it to be released from its sheath if he needed to. The bow he had brought with him from the ordinary world was in his hand with one arrow noticed, and several more were grasped in his hand to access them quickly. The remaining arrows rested in his quiver that hung on his belt. He knew he couldn't miss. He had only nine arrows, and eleven gargoyles were remaining. He didn't have enough to take them all out, so he had to make them count.
