Once the skeleton disappeared from the corridor in front of Melphie the sounds of distant screeches and explosions began to echo through the dungeon. Melphie's eyes widened and she curled up on her stone bench, staring out into the corridor as the sounds continued echoing through the halls.
At last, after a long while silence came, and the silence was almost worse, because it was impossible to know what it meant. After a few moments quieter clangs and rustles began indicating that whoever had won the fight wasn't dead yet. After a while, when Melphie almost couldn't take the suspense any longer, footsteps began to ring out clear and cold against the stone floors, drawing closer with every measured step.
