Oh god, oh god, oh god! The thing was asking for their answer. If they got it wrong then it was all over. Druid had no magic to save himself. There was no team of backup to come running in. And not even Nick Fury could save him from a Hydra encampment like this. Sebastian rubbed his hands over his face nervously and then backed himself up against the wall. He was frightened beyond belief here. There was no use hiding it. Everyone could already see how frazzled he was. He just had to remember to say twelve. He had to stay with the group. It was the only way to survive! "Uh, twelve. There's twelve!"
He was more than a little jealous at seeing how brave the other two were right then. Miss Bobbi looked like a ninja along the wall. Kurt, well he always looked about the same. Once you are German blue monster you kind of stay that way. But, Sebastian? God he was a blubbering idiot. Sweat was pouring off him and he was fairly positive that he'd bitten just about every available nail he had. The only saving grace was that he'd yet to pee his pants. God if he could just keep from doing that.