"You gotta give them credit for respecting the classics," Dirk drawled, sardonic...and in other breaking news, it was kind of hot here. He got to his feet and hefted his sword in something resembling more of a battle ready stance. (Opposed to an idle sort of 'I'm smashing glass objects, hey' stance.) "Ain't a real entrance without dramatic..."

Dirk gestured, indicating the torches, the weather, the general mood. "...you know." He made a noise. It sounded amused. Meanwhile, the surroundings continued to purple prose it up, reaching a precipice of power which would cause those who were about to swoon from the sheer darkness below them and other such dramatic things. They were on the cusp of the big entrance, the liminal zone before the enemies would arrive. "So what the hell do you think is going to show up, Lalonde? Goblins? Ghosts?"