<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Estera Resist Grapple: 1d20(2) + 6 – 4 = 4; fail<br/>Estera Resist Ingest: 1d20(4) + 6 – 4 = 6; fail<br/>Estera Resist Swallow: 1d20(11) + 6 – 4 = 13; fail<br/><br/>Noel Resist Swallow 1: 1d20(10) + 7 – 2 = 15; fail<br/>Noel Resist Swallow 2: 1d20(7) + 7 – 2 = 12; fail</div></div></div><br/><br/>The ratling knew things were going to end badly even as her little swipe missed, yet in her panicked state the feeling of Eruin’s jaws clamping on her shoulder was nothing short of terrifying. Images of her flesh and bone rending beneath the onslaught of the predator’s jaws coursed through her head along with the pain of the attack, Estera ready to be torn apart to satisfy the wolf’s hunger. Yet despite her expectations, none of her blood trickled down to stain her snow white fur, even as her tender form remained locked within the wolf’s jaws. A small part of her subconscious felt a tiny ray of hope, wondering if it meant she had been granted a second chance. However, the rest of her head was filled with even more wild speculation, with the idea that he was merely playing with her, getting as much enjoyment as he could out of his hunt…<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Eruin wrote:</cite>"...You'll fill my belly. And....I'm starving..."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>A shudder coursed through her body, her fear palpable in the grasp the wolf had over her form. That was one speculation that was completely on the mark…<br/><br/>Although the pain Noel felt in his legs was excruciating, it was all but eclipsed by the horror he felt from the gargantuan wolf upon him. With his entire lower body lodged deep inside the canine’s throat, he could feel the hot wet slickness envelop his torso, soaking into his fur and channeling into his terrified mind. The weasel’s hands pushed in vain against the lupine’s jaws, hoping to force her voracious maw open, but he could find few ways to push against her sharp fangs, let alone extract himself from her digestive tract’s grip. Hyperventilating, he managed to wrench his gaze away from the jaws that took him in with another slurp, gaze trailing over to the ratling in hopes of summoning her aid…<br/><br/>He was just in time to witness his companion’s doom. Noel’s eyes went wide as he watched the bipedal wolf’s mouth widen over Estera’s head, the rodent’s small head fitting easily between the fence of his fangs. It didn’t take long for that small head to bulge out the wolf’s throat, the shapes of her face passing down the length of his neck before vanishing into his chest. As her chest slipped past the sides of his maw, the struggles and movements of her form beneath his flesh and skin could be seen making odd bulges, bracing their bodies against the rippling muscle, fighting with little success against the force of his swallows. Just like him, just as futile as him… Estera’s legs lifting into the air was his last sight before shades of crimson filled his view…<br/><br/>As Estera felt herself sink into the wolf’s stomach, her mind was buzzing with a multitude of thoughts. Had it been under friendlier circumstances, the ratling might have actually felt the caress of Eruin’s innards over her form enticing, the slick warmth flowing through her form soothing against her matted-down form. Yet, with the canine’s intent clear on her mind, she could do little but writhe against the push of his throat, struggling and squirming against his insides even as she began to bulge out his stomach. Eye’s squeezed shut, unwilling to see what she had gotten herself into, she immediately went to work scratching and clawing as soon as her arms were free, her shrill voice audible even above the beating of the predator’s heart and the gurgles of his ever-eager stomach…<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Estera Melee Attack vs. Eruin’s Stomach: 1d20(19) + 6 = 25; hit! (Oh, NOW the dice like her…)<br/>Damage: 1d4(1) + 2 = 3<br/>Estera inflicts 2HP damage to Eruin’s stomach HP and 1HP damage to his overall HP</div></div></div><br/><br/>Although he didn’t notice herself, he thrashes and attacks do manage to strike true enough to irritate the walls around her ever so slightly, those sharp little claws scratching against the chamber that pressed all around her. Yet more often than not, all her actions served to do was engorge his belly pleasantly, shifting her form within his stomach and jostling around with few effects.<br/><br/>“No!” she screamed, tears beginning to stream from her eyes. “I don’t want to die in here! I’ll do anything! Help!”<br/><br/>Her weasel friend wasn’t doing much better. Within the feral wolf’s large stomach, Noel wasn’t even spared the same soft sensations Estera felt on his trip down. The predator’s stomach was like a compactor, seemingly ready to squeeze and crush the life out of him. Already he could feel the beginning stings of the fluids pooling around him, burning against the wounds on his legs. Even so, Noel took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Come on now, he was a weasel! They could squirm their way out of anything! It was just a matter of figuring out how…<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Noel Escape Artist check: 1d20(13) + 11 = 24; fail</div></div></div><br/><br/>Despite his best efforts, there was only so much his heritage could do against the digestive tract of an efficient predator. While his measured pensive attempts to push back up into Rea’s throat brought him surprisingly far, even his thin slender body couldn’t slip past the powerful push of the muscles within. With a grunt, Noel was forced back into his confines, down into the puddle of liquids that he would soon become a part of. His breathing quickened. He wouldn’t have much time…<br/><br/><br/>From his vantage point Isarr could see all the commotion unfolding below him, and he knew what he saw wasn’t good. This mission was already on its way to failure.<br/><br/>It was a fact he had known since Rutus had been flung off the ship. The tiefling, despite his attempts to subdue her, was as feisty as ever, managing to elude the normally sure-handed Pryah and her efforts to make a meal of her. Brion wasn’t having much luck either, but he supposed that wasn’t much of a surprise given who he had gone toe-to-toe with. It was clear that the German shepherd’s war-like appearance wasn’t just for show, as his ally’s bite hardly put a dent in his spirits. Then, there were the last two…<br/><br/>Estera! Noel! They were nowhere to be seen, even though it was no mystery where they had gone. His eyes trailed over the two wolves and their engorged bellies, causing a shiver to crawl down his body. Had they really devoured them that fast? Both had looked so awkward, so out of place amongst the other passengers on the ferry. Yet it had become exceedingly clear that behind their façade they bore the mark of seasoned predators, every bit as dangerous as they could be. That was something the ratling and the weasel seemed to be finding out first hand…<br/><br/>The cougar shook his head. No! He couldn’t just let them perish like that. He had to try…<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Isarr Ranged Attack vs. Eruin: 1d20(20) + 8 = 28; hit – threaten critical<br/>Confirm Critical: 1d20(13) + 8 = 21; barely confirm<br/>Damage: 1d8(8) x 2 = 16</div></div></div><br/><br/>After loading his weapon, the barely-audible whish of a crossbow bolt pierced the mist, and somehow the feline had managed to outdo even his shot from before. With poised precision, the slim projectile arched over the chaos of the crowd before finding its way to Eruin’s form. Just shy from striking his feral companion below, the bolt left its deadly mark in his lower arm, slicing through flesh, past bone before protruding from the other side. From his distance, it was nothing short of a remarkable shot, yet Isarr could already tell it was short of the incapacitating shot he wanted it to be. He didn’t have long to dwell on it, however, as the situation directly below him grew from bad to worse.<br/><br/>Tau could hardly believe what he was seeing. Not only had his shot and Brion’s bite done little to slow the big dog down, but Theron was more than able to retaliate in kind. The flash of steel had barely registered in his mind before the canine sank his blades into the wolf’s flesh, cutting effortlessly through his armor to slice painfully through Brion’s body. Streams of red coursed from the cuts as Theron kicked the lupine off of his blades, leaving him to double over and clutch his wounds painfully. Brion, of all people…<br/><br/>The human’s mind raced. This battle was lost. He needed to get out of here, but how? He couldn’t just run around. The engine was in the way. But there was no way he was heading out there onto the main deck, not with those people around. He was trapped! What could he do?!<br/><br/>“Hey, kid!”<br/><br/>Isarr’s voice jarred him out of his panic, causing him to gaze upwards at his friend.<br/><br/>“Climb the rigging! Get up here, now!”<br/><br/>Brow furrowing, Tau nodded and hooked his bow around his back. Determination again flowed into his mind as he stepped towards the side of the deck. Isarr had always been nice to him. He knew he could count of him!<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Tau sheathes his bow<br/>Tau Climb Check (DC 15): 1d20(11) + 7 = 18; pass</div></div></div><br/><br/>With a short running start, the boy managed to snag the lower railing of the deck before planting his feet against the steel walls. However, the moisture of the ocean against the surface made the climb a difficult proposition at best, and he was ultimately only able to find good footholds partway up the deck. Gritting his teeth, he gazed upwards at his destination, where the cougar beckoned him to hurry.<br/><br/>“Come on, climb faster! Get up here before they-“<br/><br/>A surprised yelp escaped his lips as Theron’s bottle of alchemical liquid splattered alongside him, sending a wide plume of flame up around the cougar. Tau shielded his eyes briefly, a moment of panic taking over him once again as he worried for his compatriot’s wellbeing. It was a good thing the ship’s wooden decks were moist from both the air and the sea, lest the flames had turned the ferry into a floating tinder box. Yet it’s effect was ultimately reduced to a nasty patch of singed fur on the feline’s arm, which he quickly extinguished with a few pats, much to Tau’s relief.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Tau is now roughly halfway up the wall to the observation deck</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Brion’s spiteful gaze tracked the human boy’s climb up to the cougar, yet he made no motion to stop them. Cowardice. Both had reeked of it ever since they were recruited. Just his luck that the kid had to be placed on his team, that Isarr had to find a soft spot for him, and now their entire operation was paying for their spinelessness. Ah well, he would settle things quickly once they were done. Isarr would likely get away with little more than a demotion, being a veteran of the Hunters. The kid though… well, he had smelt a lot more than cowardice on that sweet young flesh of his…<br/><br/>But those were pleasures for later. There was this upstart to deal with first.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Theron wrote:</cite>"Conspiracy to commit piracy. Conspiracy to commit murder. Leading a criminal conspiracy. Death threats, assault and battery, attempted murder. You have been judged and found guilty, you punishment is death. My blade has tasted your blood. Soon, I will too...."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The wolf’s chuckles shook the cold air as he stood up to his full height, a sight made all the more sinister by the glimmering crimson patterns of his blood on his armor.<br/><br/>“Ahh… I see now,” he growled through his toothy smile. “You’re one of those goody-two-shoes Libra types who’d use justice as a veil for their true nature.”<br/><br/>Theron could feel the malice of his words through the lupine’s gold luminescent glare. “I have news for you, pup. We’re all monsters, and you better get used to how we play.”<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Brion Melee Touch Attack vs. Theron: 1d20(8) + 8 = 16; pass<br/>Theron gets an AoO against Brion<br/>Strength check for Trip: 1d20(10) + 4 = 14<br/>Theron must make an opposed Str or Dex check vs. DC 14 or fall prone</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">If trip is successful...</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">The wolf lunged again, yet this time instead of spreading his jaws for a bite the lupine's hand whipped out to grab the canine by the arm. He quickly acted on his bold action by jerking Theron back only to hook his leg behind the dog's own. His bare muscles tensed beneath his fur as he jerked him over, and with one final pull he swept Theron's legs out from under him and sent him crashing to the ground. Brion's smile was cold and devious as he stood over him, his tongue lolling out ever so slightly.<br/><br/>"Is that all you got, pup? Did you and all your justice talk make you go soft?"</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>The look on Pryah’s face was nothing short of dejected as the tiefling slipped out of her grip effortlessly. She had run into her fair share of squirmers during the many raids she had been on, but at no other time had one so successfully eluded her grasp. It was exceedingly frustrating to the tigress, who was so used to devouring her meals with nary a second thought. After all, once she said they were food, they belonged in her belly, dammit! But Alyssa seemed eager to emphatically prove her notions wrong, and with a few words she would really begin to drive that point home…<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Pryah Reflex Save vs. Grease: 1d20(13) + 7 = 20; pass</div></div></div><br/><br/>The instant Alyssa’s spell takes effect, Pryah’s expression changed from frustrated to outright comical as she searched for footing on the suddenly frictionless surface. More times than not, the large cat seemed ready to topple over sideways, her weight teetering precariously on unsound feet. Yet, by focusing on the ground directly below her, her feline poise eventually steadied her body, and with relative stability she cast her gaze at the tiefling and let a “nice try” smile cross her muzzle.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for her, it was not a lasting feeling.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Pryah Balance Check vs. Grease (DC 10): 1d20(3) + 6 = 9; epic fail<br/>Pryah Reflex Save vs. Grease: 1d20(8) + 7 = 15; barely fail</div></div></div><br/><br/>With her success going to her head, the tigress made a move to try stepping across the slicked surface towards her intended prey. Yet it was clear she overestimated her sense of balance, for once she was out of equilibrium there was no going back. In a sprawl of orange and black, Pryah’s legs shot out from beneath her, sending her crashing onto the ground. It took her a few moments to regain her bearings, and by then her face was marked with frustration, pain… and above all, anger.<br/><br/><br/>Things were going better than the jackal could ever have thought. Not only were the members of the group managing to keep the raiders away from them, it seemed that they were actually winning! He was nothing short of astonished by what the tiefling could accomplish, slipping out of the tigress’s grasp so easily. And, sure enough, she even knew a good deal of magic! Whatever academy she had gone to, they had taught her well. Then there was Theron. The jackal had been worried that he had been more about looking tough than being tough, yet the skill with which he used his blades was nothing short of astounding. That being said, it seemed that the leader of the raiding crew now really had his sights set on him, and he hoped his ability as a fighter would remain up-to-snuff…<br/><br/>Again, however, Mirage and her music snatched his attention, causing him to light his eyes on her as she changed her tune. More than ever, he felt his form energized, fired up and ready to battle should the combatants stray in his direction. The effect was even more apparent on the other three. The squirrelboy was all but entranced by Mirage’s performance, his eyes captured by her beauty as much as his ears were captured by the power chords and melodies filling the air. Even the rabbits had dropped their panic to listen and watch, in awe at the tune that drove the fighters on the deck. The jackal grinned before turning back to the crowd. More than ever, victory was right around the corner…<br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>Brion (Wolf): HP -<span style="color: #008000">35/44</span>- AC 20<br/>Tau (Human): HP -<span style="color: #00BF00">28/28</span>- AC 16<br/>Pryah (Tiger): HP -<span style="color: #00BF00">32/32</span>- AC 18<br/>Rutus (Gnoll): HP - Took a dive<br/>Estera (Ratling): HP -<span style="color: #00BF00">36/36 + 18 subdual</span>- AC 16<br/>Noel (Weasel): HP -<span style="color: #FF8000">16/35</span>- AC 18<br/>Isarr (Cougar): HP -<span style="color: #008000">26/27</span>- AC 18<br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>Theron: HP -<span style="color: #008000">55/70</span>- AC 17<br/>Eruin: HP -<span style="color: #008000">55/72</span>- AC 21<br/>Rea: HP -<span style="color: #00BF00">67/67</span>- AC 25<br/>Mirage: HP -<span style="color: #00BF00">45/45</span>- AC 21<br/>Alyssa: HP -<span style="color: #008000">34/49</span>- AC 19<br/>Grim: HP -<span style="color: #00BF00">24/24</span>- AC 20