<span style="color: #ff0080">"ROTTING RIMJOBS OF HELL, HEAR ME RRRRRROOOAAAAARRRRR!!!!"</span><br/><br/>Dottie stamped like a little maniac on the floor, trying to push those covered in cloth behind her and slamming her mace repeatedly on the ground as best as she could to draw as much attention possible to herself. Each time her mighty mace of malice pounded on the ground, small cracks appeared in the ancient stone floor. Her weapon seemed to be imbued with some sort of aggrevation-spell, as little flecks of red spatted off her mace, floating in the air around her.<br/><br/>Like a true warrior she tried her best to take all and every blow the rotting bleached-boned enemies gave out to the party. A very mean swung of the sword of a skeleton nearest to her, hit her just below her helmet. It managed to draw blood from her wounded cheek. Nevertheless, it seemed to be the only serious wound she was getting, all other attacks were efficiently blocked and parried by the suddenly swift-moving dwarf. She wasn't giving out serious blows herself, but just enough to keep their attention. Dothoabella tried to herd the group of cursed skeletons together, in order to create an easy target out of them for her companions.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"RAAAAAWR YOU ROTTING MAGGETS. IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT, YOU PUNY PATHETHIC PESTS!"</span><br/><br/>The dwarven woman almost seemed to smile as she danced her lethal moves around the threat, shouting even more, hardly comprehensible insults to the undead. When Igney had finished her spell, even more rage powered her already frantic and erratic behaviour. Her movements almost seemed to blur, as sparks spat of her mace each time the cold steel of her enemies bounced of her weapon.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"GO ON THEN, TRY AND GET ME YOU IDIOTIC IMBECILES OF HELL! BY THE GODS, YOU'RE HARDLY WORTH THE SWEAT!"</span><br/><br/>The bleeding cut on her face had nearly soaked the cloth underneath her armour before she felt the warmth from Igney's spell healing it shut. She did not have the time to thank the peg-legged leader, as the small distraction of her healing cut left an opening for a bigger skeleton to knock her against her side. She could feel a rib breaking, but the adrenaline and magically induced rage pushed her too far to notice the pain. Jumping on top of the rotting food laid upon the table, she tried to knock back the skeletons who were directing their attention to the more powerful attacking members of the group.<br/><span style="color: #ff0080"><br/>
"GO ON THEN, BURN THESE GODLESS SOULS TO THE HELL THEY CAME FROM!"<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">Dottie shouted with glee towards her comrades, waiting for the flames of the priestess and the wizards she knew were able to cast such magic.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>