What a demonic creatures... Ghorlo had stayed out of the fight with the creatures that called them 'hosts', because, strangely, he hadn't been able to hear or feel them. It had all been sucked up into the huge, poundering feeling that had tormented him during the fight, whispering voices of evil telling him horrible truths and lies (or lies and truths?). Now they had arrived at a double door. "Here, let me help ya..." He walked forward to Dovu, and kicked once against the door. It didn't budge. "Maybe we can use our minds instead of our strength... We won't be able to open it with all our might combined... Any ideas?"