“Oh, yikes.” Gabriel squeaked, taking another step back. “Y’know, I
feel like there’s better ways to force me to find out what I
can do— Oh, wow, that sword looks sharp...” He added faintly,
slipping into a defensive position. “... Wait, are we fighting? Is
that what’s happening? Oh, no—“
Everett stood "I would put those down if I were you." He said,
gesturing towards Gabriel's swords. "There is no point in fighting
your own kind here. The Dead simply become part of this world,
transformed into some kind of beast. Besides, the dark one knows
we're here, he would see this as an opportunity to attack-" his
voice trailed off. He glanced towards the door. Suddenly, there as
a loud bang as the ground shook. "Their here." He muttered.
... *After hearing those words "the dead join the dark one ranks"
he could just simply laugh at that statement he just said but the
fact he was hidding more information he was displeased by that*
Fine... shall find out soon