Exton

The halfling is holding its own, forcing Ob towards the down stairs. Ob turns and sprints the stairs, sliding in the gore at the bottom. He slams hard into the door of the locked room, grunting as he catches his balance.

"Pandora. keep this door SHUT!"

He is not sure just how much they can hear, but he does not want her trying to help him. The halfling laughs, until it sees the beheaded corpse. With a growl he advances on Ob, who tries to lead him out of the blood for better footing. The hallway echoes with the clash of blades. Blood drips from the strikes neither can avoid in the narrow confines. The creature follows Ob, pressing him into a corner.

Merde! Ob realises he has nowhere to go except into one of the rooms. He roars and charges the halfling. It backpedals, slipping in the blood.