[Valan Quinn]

It was disgusting. Valan's thrust felt little resistence as he plowed into the ghoul's cranium like a rotten fruit. Liquid flesh and bile gushed from the wound, projecting onto his sleeves and torso. He thought he even felt a drop or two hit his cheek! It's sporaidc flailing and shrieking eventually relented and ceased like a fish out of water. The swordsman breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he climbed to his feet, leaving the hilt deeply embedded in the creature. His vision was a bit blurry but he took a quick spin to see how the other's faired. They were fine, as expected. One ghoul was nigh cleaved vertically and the other received a coup de grace by way of a short sword.

Valan could feel the pressure in his throat again. He most certainly wasn't used to seeing this kind of carnage. It took nearly all his willpower to keep from spewing all over the mangled corpses. His face was a little more pale than usual. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kevin, holding a sword. "Wha... really?" he replied in disbelief. Taking the sword reverently from the warrior, he unsheathed it and admired it. It was a finely made piece, more so than his previous one, that was for sure. The hilt was more like a piece of art- an elegant wolf. Val clipped the black sheath to his waist and cleared his throat before addressing the men. "I came here to clear out this building." he began. "And that's what I aim to do." After bending down to retrieve his torch, he said again "Let's go." It was a risky move. It's hard to say how close they really came to defeat, or even death. However, he had faith in his companions, and he was starting to have faith in himself.