"You're fast, swordsman." The Shadowlord then called from the gate entrance. He stood his dark blade in his hand. Red runes began to dimly glow as Ombra, the Shadow Lord's special sword readied itself for the inevitable fight. Dargor stood casually however, the blade's tip touching the ground gently. His black cape rested over his opposite shoulder, hiding the right side of his torso.
"Regardless, I, Dargor Shadow Lord of the Grey Mountains, demand you leave 'lest you suffer the consequences." Dargor then ordered, taking a step forward, his left side pointed towards the swordsman.
"I will not be generous and ask again!" Dargor then warned. Despite all of this...Dargor knew all too well that this man would not simply leave. Rather a fight would break out. And Dargor simply hoped he could either drive the man off, or if things got too hot...escape. To die now would strike a mighty blow in Relayia's plans. He couldn't let her down now.
===Within the Tunnels===
"Be careful my friends," Giro then said, "The tunnels grow darker as we go and these walls won't be here for long." Giro warned as he snatched a torch further down the corridor to help light the way. He handed it to Volent who took it silently, his head down still. Giro took a moment to look at his fellow captain then took another torch. The walls were shown to be made of stone similar to that of the inside of the castle.
Giro took the lead. The torches were weak, showing only about ten feet around the group, even with both going. Some more came up, but the riders had theirs, though they weren't out of reach by any means. The corridor started simple. A long hallway, it was roughly two people wide giving some room, but tall to accommodate for the rider's unusual height.
After some walking the walls would suddenly run out. Giro stopped. He held his torch out in front of him and dropped it. The torch fell down a cliff, the weak flame giving glimpses of a winding and staircase, about half the width of the hallway. It winded and winded down, but the torch stopped within sight as a small yellow dot. Giro took the last torch of the wall next to him.
"Watch your step." He said then began down.