That question would have to wait as two cultists came towards me. Knowing the big man was behind me in the room, I sprinted as much as my body would allow. As the cultists raised their wands, I slid between them, lifting my sword and cutting through one of their legs. The man stopped the spell and fell at the loss of his leg. The other one, a woman, opened her mouth in shock as her comrade landed, crying in pain. She snarled and turned to me, but I had already stabbed my sword through her chest. She gurgled as blood came from her mouth as she tried to say something. She slumped, allowing me to remove my sword and let her body fall to the ground. Quickly, I finished off the other one to quiet his screams.