Aaron had been doing his utmost to avoid combat all along.
Even before setting out, he had known the ruins of the Serpentfolk Empire were extremely dangerous. The information the Dwarf had provided also made that clear. According to the Dwarf, the Abomination Serpentfolk inside were all asleep. If they handled things properly and avoided waking the dormant guards, they could get through this adventure without fighting.
Slaanesh's divine spark was still overloaded, and he could not yet transform into a Keeper of Secrets.
Everything had been going smoothly. He had used Tzeentch's Oracle to fool the stone statues guarding the entrance, Eleanora's trap-disarming abilities to evade a series of traps, and the Parseltongue he had received from Slaanesh to deceive the guards.
Damn it, who was it? Who forced the door open from outside and alerted the guards?
Was it those Orks?
Aaron thought in furious frustration, Once I get out, I'll kill every last one of you!
Yet Tzeentch's power told him that perhaps... it had not been those Orks.
But there was no time to think. Aaron fled desperately through the dark, damp pyramid.
Speed and agility were not Aaron's strengths at present. He was not as fleet-footed as a Rogue or Ranger, nor did he have wings like the Succubus Eleanora, who had drawn away half the serpentfolk guards for him. Once the red light locked onto him, the guards knew his escape route. He continued his increasingly desperate flight.
I can't keep running! Aaron gritted his teeth.
I'll have to fight after all!
He had to come up with something.
Using the pyramid's winding passages, Aaron could faintly hear the giant serpent hissing behind him, along with subtle whistles through the air. The giant serpent spat something like nails from its mouth. They narrowly grazed