@ Onyx (Chiro):  "I'd honestly rather spend the night in a house." The professor nods.  "But it's also pretty dark out there.  Everyone, put it to votes?" He asks, though that might end a bit messily.  "I mean, we could at least hop from home to home on the surface until we reach the hill, so we're never far from indoor cover if..." He swallows.  "So we're never far from indoor cover."<br/><br/>@ Ome (Stella):  Upon landing, you overtake the pissed lupine, toppling his clumsy form back and scraping him across the mat until his head is just hanging past the bottom rope.  He howls, mostly from the shock that his belly is exposed.  That's when it starts to mix up.  As the furred combatant reaches to thrust you off before you can initiate another move, the dragoness lands firmly on his chest from where she'd been thrust off the cage - and immediately darts to one side, resulting in a long, sticky tongue that shoots past her... and wraps around your torso and left arm.<br/><br/><br/>@ TaciturnTiger (Jori):  Carlos furiously pounds the slimy behemoth (or what's left) with the few shells left, but it seems to have trouble retaining water in its still-sealing membranous skin after the frozen half fell.  Spilling to the floor (and staining the carpet) it is reduced to little more than a glob that now furiously retreats beneath a closed door.  The two blows throw the mouseboi back and the sweep seals the deal, leaving him flat on his back.  "Ahh!" He yelps.  "Wait, wait, wait, don't kill me!" His hands thrust up in a defensive posture and he shuts his eyes and grits his teeth.<br/><br/>@ KavenBach (Santi):  "It works!  Let's go!" Baldie calls back as they lift off, touch forward and rise into the night sky.  Grinning, he flips on a small scanning television panoram-cam at the controls that gives him a semispherical view of the aft.  "What a fucking mess." He sighs.  "We've got to clear this airspace before they send more out.  And put on some seatbelts." He adds.  From behind, Santi, you're suddenly grappled tight around the arms, and Tim's lips press close to you, parted and soft... "Thankyouthankyouthankyou..." He breathes.  "Please forgive me, sister, please... for all this I'll lay down my life for you in gratitude..." He continues to whisper affectionately, voice quivering with his penitence.