Hellish was the last to push out of the tight walls, just barely making it before the path was completely gone. The party turned to look back at the no longer existing path before Chant finally let out a sigh. "Well, I hope there is another way put of this damned place."
Hellish grunts as he stretches out his tense body. "There's never just one entrance to the dungeon, Chump." He shook out his mane and stared at the small stallion, skin twitching. "We just need to keep moving."
Chant growled softly at the insulting name before digging his hooves into the ground as he turned to observe the new surroundings. They had somehow wound up inside of a library. An old one too.
Reverend's ears laid back and he shook out his own mane with a small sigh. "Seems to be another library." He mumbles.
Arthur perked up at the word, eyes lighting up as he immediately trained to go observe some of the nearby bookshelves. Although fallen, some of them could still be holding old books or scrolls. "This is amazing! Surely we can find something valuable in here...and finally away from anything dangerous."

SHRIEEEEEK!

The entire party flinched at the scream. It was familiar to them (most of them anyways). Chant could feel his blood suddenly run cold at the sound, ears and body rigid before he backed up to a few shelves. "Curse you! I'm sickened by these damn fiends!"
"F-fiends?? AH—" Arthur quickly darted forward before turning around to see what had nipped his rear. One of those "fiends", a flying, shrieking tome. "What in the hells?? What is THAT?"
"Tomes! Ugly, flying little beasts!" Chant yelled.
Reverend hurried over to get the pests off Chant, bucking his legs into the air and just barely missing the other's face. He struck a good few out of the air before backing away to shake his mane, batting away any near his face. "Take them out as quickly as you can, don't let them overwhelm you!"
Chant grit his teeth and raised to his hind legs, yelling to scare off another few heading his way. He felt scared, tense. "These ones are more violent than any other fiends we came across. I'm think we made them rather mad!"

Arthur whipped a couple tomes out of the air with his tail before stomping on them aggressively. In the corner of his vision he could see his father—Hellish—not even lifting a hoof to protect the others. Instead he stood away, watching them with a cold expression. What on earth was he doing??
He grit his teeth. "Father! Help us!"

Hellish growled lowly at the heraldic before walking over. With little effort the stallion rose to his hind legs and shot a good five fiends out of the air. Once they were down, he raised a hind leg, stomping a wriggled into the floor before glaring down at the three. "If you cannot defeat these, perhaps you should not have come down here."