[They've made their way through poorly-lit chambers before. That isn't so impossible. It's more difficult when all they have to operate off of is sound and the quiet scrape of feet over stone. They've been making progress slowly, steadily, right up until - ]
[Something shouts and there's a flash of something silvery that goes streaking toward them. The Drifter dashes to one side. They almost don't make it. It tears through their cloak, and almost succeeds in pinning them to the wall.]
[Their blade ignites in a blaze of cyan, held aloft.]
[They cannot cry out by way of challenge, but perhaps that will be sufficient.]
brave!
[Something shouts and there's a flash of something silvery that goes streaking toward them. The Drifter dashes to one side. They almost don't make it. It tears through their cloak, and almost succeeds in pinning them to the wall.]
[Their blade ignites in a blaze of cyan, held aloft.]
[They cannot cry out by way of challenge, but perhaps that will be sufficient.]