Sorcerer… Cyborg???

"No!" Came the choked out yell, as the other guard pushed Entuxa out of the way, slamming him aside with his body, sending Entuxa flying backwards. 

Sparks flew as Kothar's Plasma Blade hit the guard's armor, evidently, this armor had more resistance to the burning hot plasma than the other soldiers Kothar had fought.

"Exena!" Entuxa yelled out, turning around just as Kothar's sliced his companion in half, the smoldering halves of his body falling to the ground'

The upper half of Exena's body twitched, and his mouth formed words that Silane' could not translate, as he locked eyes with Entuxa. 

But Entuxa understood, tears filled his eyes as he nodded to Exena, taking in his last moments. 

Kothar stepped forward, over the lifeless bottom half of Exena, and Entuxa looked up and stared at him, his eyes still wet with tears, but with an unmistakable rage contained within them.

Kothar couldn't care less for the emotions filling Entuxa's face, he just continued to step forward, brandishing his Plasma Blade.

Entuxa raised his staff, ready to take on Kothar, but then, a distorted noise sounded out from behind him. 

Turning to one side, not wanting to show his back to Kothar, but also knowing that the noise had to be a portal, Entuxa looked to his left, his back to the wall. 

At about the level of his waist, was a small purple portal, about as wide as two hands spread apart.

"Bzzkkkrrt." That moment that Entuxa turned was more than enough for Kothar to open the origin portal, thrusting his Plasma Blade through it.

Entuxa looked down in shock, as the Plasma Blade shot out of the portal, stabbing into his waist, leaving a smoldering hole in his midsection. 

In the last throes of his life, Entuxa struggled to raise his head, his eyes burning with resentment, resentment at his inability to take revenge for his companion, and resentment against the culprit who had killed him.

All he saw though was that the culprit had already turned away, his masked face now looking at the double doors that Entuxa and Exena had guarded, the pair of them already forgotten. 

Kothar looked at the enormous doors up and down, they were about five meters across, and were as tall as the circular corridor that they were within.

Unlike the featureless gray of the walls of the ship, the doors had a dull black metallic appearance, almost like that of cast iron. 

The inscriptions that covered much of the ship were hard to see on the door, they were present, more so than anywhere else, but they were embossed into the metal of the door itself rather than being inlaid in a different color. 

Near the center of the pair of doors, were three large beams of the same material, that held the enormous doors closed. 

Within the center of each beam, were open sockets, presumably for some sort of key. 

Now, Kothar looked back to the slain guards, looking for any sign of a key that would unlock the double doors, but other than their armor and weapons, they seemed bare of anything.

Kothar frowned, then immediately began channelling Spatial Mana, readying a portal to the other side of the heavily armored door. 

[Kothar! Don't portal! Portal around this corridor was fine, since we remained at the same distance as whatever is causing these spatial fluctuations. But if you get closer, even I won't be able to predict how it'll affect your portals!] Silane protested, she was willing to take some risk, but portalling to the other side of the door would just be blind recklessness.

[Alright. Plasma Blade it is.] Kothar said. He knew that the black metal would be far more difficult to cut than the gray of the rest of the ship, since it was both guarding a secure location, and seemed to be the material that made the armor of the guard so much more difficult to cut.

Kothar sent a surge of energy to the Plasma Unit, shaping the plasma with his Lightning Element Mana into the thinnest, most concentrated plasma possible.

A thin, cylindrical rod about a meter long, and only a few centimeters across was formed, blazing hot and so bright that Kothar had to squint, even whilst wearing the goggles attached to his Multi plasma equipment that he still wore below his armor and demon mask. 

Kothar was thankful for the goggles as the burning hot plasma touched the first metal beam, an enormous shower of orange sparks spraying out in every direction, showering Kothar's armor and his cloak.

The sparks began to cause parts of his cloak to smolder, so Kothar gathered it all up behind him, holding the cloak with his right hand, as his left slowly moved down the beam, leaving a molten mess of the beam behind. 

Slowly but surely, Kothar's beam of plasma cut through each of the beams, the ends of the beams now glowing red hot, a gap now torn between them, as well as through the door itself. 

Kothar stepped back, admiring his handiwork, surely any locking or closing mechanism on the doors would be disabled, if not destroyed. 

Now, Kothar stepped forward, bracing both arms against the right door, sinking down and starting to push against it with his entire body, using the full force of his legs to push off the ground and into the door. 

There was a grating noise, as the door slowly started to slide open, a huge rush of moist warm air flooding out of the tiny gap, flowing over Kothar, who continued to push forward, step by step. 

Along with the moist air, there was a sound that echoed out of the gap that Kothar had opened so far. 

"Thump." The sound was so loud that it seemed to Kothar as if it was coming from inside of his head, as it reverberated across his body.

"Ba-Thump." This time the noise was a little different, coming only seconds later, louder now that Kothar had pushed the door further.