<span style="font-weight: bold">Alyssa, Jules, Salla</span><br/>The fiend's furious charge doesn't catch Alyssa flat-footed; as it rushes forwards head-on, she successfully dodges at the very last moment, managing to slice a deep cut on its side on the move. With yet another horrible scream, the monster lashes blindly with its flailed tail, and the continuous vicious attacks put the girl's reflexes to a more severe test.<br/>Alyssa, you manage to dodge or deflect most of the blows, but the insidious tips of the tail manage to smack you painfully several times. After several, long moments, the attacks pace seems to temporarily slow down - presumably the creature is wearing out too -, and you try to seize the opportunity to deliver a decisive blow, feinting and darting forward with your sword raised - but in the blink of an eye, one tip of the tail grabs your foot, while the others raise to coil your body. You manage to cut a fleshy tentacle's tip with a desperate slash before your wrist gets wrapped by the monster's truncated tongue...<br/>The creature's intoxicating scent overwhelms your senses, and a warm and fuzzy sensation invades your mind. You struggle to keep your concentration...<br/><br/>Salla, you realize that the little stamina you managed to recover, sustained by your burning rage, could allow you to stand up and fight a little more, but the more fervently you'll fight, the faster your little supply of energies will be depleted - and you fear that this time exhaustion could fell you unconscious.<br/><br/>Jules, you run to a safer corner of the room. Pulling, struggling and rubbing against some of the metal protrusions, you manage to get rid of some of the unpleasant slime, managing to free one hand and reducing the hindering to your legs. Freeing the other hand too will take some more time, though.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Eilnear</span><br/>The monster slithers towards you, but it seems hesitant at your glaring advance. When it finally dashes forward, your response is direct and brutal; the flailing of its tail meets the swing of your axe. This leads to a double result - a violent smack to your face, that almost knocks you back, and a long portion of the fleshy tendril being cut off bloodily. Seemingly, its treacherous swiftness had little to oppose to straightforward brute force. The creature shrieks in pain, but recovers quickly, immediately retaliating with both another lashing attack of its tail and darting the pointy tongue. The latter hits your left shoulder, piercing armor and flesh; as the pain momentarily distracts you, the tail strikes violently - your attempt to intercept it almost misses, managing only to cut a long scratch -, knocking you to the ground.<br/>The monster crawls over you, its heavy coil lumbering over your limbs, as the elongated head looms ominously, drooling the scented, bittersweet slime on your face. A confused feeling of indolence, drowsiness and slight arousal slowly and subtlely begins to work its way to your mind, struggling to overcome your rage and survival instinct...