<span style="font-weight: bold">Entrance Hall</span><br/><br/>"So good of you to think so," Essoat drawls, hooking his thumbs into the waist of his pants and dripping with condescension. "Now, why don't you get out of those..." he trails to a halt when he realizes that the kitsune is not, in fact, being reduced to a quivering pile of submissive jelly at his feet. No more words, but Nanami can feel the strengthening of the power washing around her as the demon furrows his brow, channeling reserves of energy. Now that she has the knowing of the charm spell trying to latch onto her head, the mortal and her own experiences with demonic magic are able to withstand the pleading, needy force in her head like a rock in the rushing rapids. All she has to do is hold on, and quickly enough she can feel the compulsion ebb. Just in time, too, as she can see the door upstairs that her friends had gone into crash and buckle outwards, not far from collapsing with the impact of *something* extremely heavy and fast. It couldn't be pleasant for whoever or whatever was doing it, that was for sure.<br/><br/>The circle fades into a thin line of inert ash as she draws the power from it to let the ambient mana of this plane surge back into the vacuum Nanami had created- standing in its way, she channels it through her body and spirit, twisting it around and redirecting it at the smug demon in a lance of darkness. Essoat's eyes widen in surprise, and he throws up his hands while rapidly incanting a set of syllables Nanami recognizes as a fairly simple shield spell. The demon's puissance is enough to use even the beginner's spell to redirect the spray of darkness around him- though the sheer force of the impact drives him backwards into the balcony doors with a wet thud, carpet bunching under his feet as he can't hold his position under the assault. Seemingly going to one knee, his hand quickly grabs something out of the back of his pants and with a snarl the demon bounds up to his feet and forward- a whip lashing forward at the kitsune and igniting into flames in midair as the tip speeds towards Nanami.<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/254820">Careful Defense</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span>. Essoat rolls well and manages to escape that dangerous situation with only 1 stress box filled in. Essoat counterattacks with a<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/254824">Sneaky Attack</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2</span>.]]<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Upper Hallway</span><br/><br/>Moving with due haste, Aiyaka gently puts the scared, unconscious orc woman back into bed and hides her in the quilts, lest a naga get any ideas about a mid-fight snack to keep her energy up; her poisoned victim doesn't even stir, to the point where Aiyaka has to tilt her head to make sure the poor thing doesn't suffocate on her own quilt before drifting away from her. As she watches the fight unfold, ogling both of the bovine combatants as they 'defend themselves' against the party's aggression with a startling amount of force, she consciously drifts into the shadows, melting into them and hiding. Nobody notices her- they all have far more urgent things to do, though perhaps not far more important. She does it so well, in fact, that she almost bumps into Bella who hisses very faintly under her breath, but sidles a few inches sideways to give Aiyaka room against the wall to hide.<br/><br/>[[The 3 succeeds; Aiyaka has a free scene aspect she can invoke once for free for +2 on any action that would benefit from being unnoticed by the moo-ers.]]<br/><br/>Seeing the shifting, writhing multitudes of half-naked cowgirls, Lamya's finely developed senses go wild. The problem is that this wizard prepared for this- the illusory doubles even<span style="font-style: italic">smell</span>like the real thing, a tantalizingly sweet, musky aroma that blends vulnerable and meaty prey with the whiff of sex, removing any doubt as to what was going on before the interruption. All of the doubles smile grimly in unison, reaching into their pocket again and tossing a spray of glittering silvery powder at the naga; as it flies past her, she can feel her muscles trying to stiffen up, recognizing it as a straightforward paralysis spell meant to pin her down, presumably either so she could go help her boyfriend or enjoy a meal even bigger than she was.<br/><br/>[[The attempt to overcome the illusion magic fails with a 0; the "Which Cowgirl Is Real" aspect is still in play. She'll opt to save that for a defense later, but instead casts a paralysis spell:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/254831">Clever Attack</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+3</span><span style="font-weight: bold">4</span>on Lamya.]]<br/><br/>She knows it's coming, but still the sheer kinetic force of the minotaur's impact knocks the breath from Felicity. A breath later, the wind's knocked out of her a second time as the minotaur charges into the door, using her pirate's body as padding to cushion the blow- well, to him. Strong, powerful arms wrap around her chest, holding Felicity close to the minotaur- his still hard member jabs into her thigh through the loincloth, but it becomes quickly apparent that different appetites are in play. He squeezes, and gives Felicity a rough lick on the face matting fur down with bitter drool. His mouth starts to open... but Vormitraax charges in to the rescue! At the brash challenge, the minotaur spins around while still holding Felicity, putting the pirate between the two of them as he sizes up the dragonkin knight who would interrupt his vengeance. Coming to a decision, he opens wide and laughs, abruptly jerking Felicity upward and shoving her head into his maw. His broad, rough tongue curls around Felicity's face hooking in under her chin and yanking along with the strength of his arms. It feels like he would just pull her arm off it it didn't fit into his throat in time to please the hungry bovine, and turning around as he did to give Vormitraax a good view of his attempt to devour the one he wanted to protect- it felt like a calculated insult. Adding insult to injury, below, Felicity can feel the minotaur's excitement rise as a jabbing rod into her rump, the taste of the pirate evidently rekindling what had been damped by the outbreak of a fight.<br/><br/>[[Against Felicity, the minotaur will take the "Cowhugger" boost for succeeding with style, inflicting 4 shifts. This time I'll let you do it with 2 stress boxes, since I didn't specify well enough in what I wrote and to keep things moving forward instead of back, but you're *only* supposed to be able to use 1 stress box per attack; usually 4 shifts is either a moderate consequence or a mild consequence and a +2 stress box. I... it might not be too relevant here, though. XD His defense against Felicity is<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/254835">Forceful defense</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+3</span><span style="font-weight: bold">5</span>, succeeding- again- with style, so he'll also pile on a "Has all the leverage" boost. Against Vormitraax, he'll<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/254837">Flashy Defense</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2</span>; it succeeds, and Vormitraax creates an advantage of his choosing with 1 free invocation. Minotaur will burn his Cowhugger boost and his All the Leverage boost and declare an attempt to swallow Felicity:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/254840">Forceful Create Vore Advantage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span>= +8. (I forgot and only added 1 boost when I rolled; it's really a target of +8). I will also note that he burnt a Fate Point to invoke his If At First Brute Force Doesn't Succeed aspect to reroll a poor first attack. Vormitraax! If you choose, you can either use the free invocation of your aspect yourself to attack him, or allow Felicity to use it on her defense roll, it's your discretion. Vore rules are in effect, so if that +8 ends up succeeding with style, Felicity will be swallowed- with so many allies around, that's not a death sentence, mind you!]]<br/><br/>A door swings open down the hall, and without anyone showing themselves, a high pitched young man's voice cries, "WHO'S OUT THERE! WHO'S... WHO'S WINNING?"