Adrenaline spiked through Miru's system as sounds of laughter accosted her senses. In an instant she was on her feet again, the pain in her skin undetectable behind the shock of survival instincts.

Darkness clawed at her, in that moment of weakness it had moved in to take back the space she had carved out. Usually darkness was a friend, a shroud in which one could hide to avoid danger and spy prey. Here, she suspected, was a predator much more accustomed to it than any of them. It didn't want them in the light; in the light they could keep watch over one another. What luck then that no one had yet become separated from the group!

The twinge of the backfired spell was fading, not that it mattered. This was life or death, no amount of difficulty would be enough to convince her to stop fighting. Still though the magic would not take hold. Adrenaline alone was not enough to weave the magic of light.

"And we can hear you. Keep your distance, eyes of shadow!" she yelled back as intimidatingly as possible despite her small stature.

Much more softly she turned to the cat nearest her. "There are too many paths, too many walls. We need to try to make our way away from the ruins"

Red eyes shot upwards as one of their own took to the skies. A brave move, and perhaps the most sound as they seemed to be the most intimidating member of the group. Perhaps they would be able to hold the gaze of death away from everyone long enough to escape?

A path opened: the dreadful one bellowed out instructions to follow. But... something alive? Should they really be going toward the nearest living being? Then again it could be another ally. They needed as many friends as possible at a time like this.

Despite the risk the others proceeded and Miru wasn't about to be left behind. Shoulders low she followed along, careful to blend into the shadows of the larger creatures around her as much as possible. As they walked, however, a small smile crept upon her solemn face. Even amidst the danger and uncertainty there was a sense of adventure in this gathering. Perhaps it wasn't a game and perhaps it would be the last thrill they would have in their short lives, but at least their end would not come amidst a sea of boredom.

Ages of uncertainty, it seemed, passed in the presence of this traveling group of eclectic allies. Through twists and turns they would eventually come to the center of it all- a vessel of deepest dark. The bold limping sheep, eyes of fire and soul of a gladiator, was the first to step forward. His challenge to the darkness echoed off the walls even as Miru held her form low to the ground watching with unblinking gaze.

Her heart longed to join the line of defense, experience the trill of the gamble, yet her sense told her otherwise. With light within powerless against the shade what more might she contribute with frail physical strength? No, here she would stay, watching the movements of the masses and the reactions of their foe. If they were trapped here then any advantage they might draw could be the difference between survival and void.