"None may pass!" shrieks Cho'gall, hefting another fireball Emet-Selch's way - though it's not aimed very deliberately; perhaps it's more of a warning shot. "Not until the boy breaks! The Master demands it!"

With that, the monstrous ogre leaps into the air, far more dexterous than his twisted hulking form should allow. Med'an takes the opportunity to scramble away, towards Emet-Selch near the front of the room. Cho'gall lands in the spot Med'an was occupying a second ago, the impact sending chunks of sandstone flying; he begins hefting the larger pieces like oversized artillery.

While he's running, Med'an is glancing desperately around. He needs to find his grandmother before it's too late. And while he's moving towards Emet-Selch in part to help protect him, he's also hoping that the man will help him in his search. There's a lot of ground to cover, after all.

A giant sandstone brick speeds towards them via an overhanded throw by Cho'gall. Med'an intercepts it with a lightning strike, shattering it into tiny manageable pieces.

"Emet-Selch," he gasps once he's close enough, adrenaline pumping. "If we can find my grandmother, we can get out of here."