((This is for everyone. >_< I hope I'm not getting too descriptive with bloody moments, like...well, stabbing people. x3 I know it's part of the setting, but if I'm focusing on that too much, let me know and I'll tone it down, or eliminate it completely. First time doing this sort of thing, so I'm just winging the descriptions until I know exactly what people enjoy. x3 I'll obviously never get TOO descriptive over the more icky aspects of it (I'll never describe someone cutting another's belly open to retrieve someone or anything...ick! >_< If you do it, just do it, and we'll assume it happens.<img alt="&gt;.&gt;" src="./images/smilies/shifty.gif" title="Shifty eyes"/>))<br/><br/>With Litala's intervention, Henriette felt hope rise in her chest - she had a chance to escape. Her elvish partner was not exactly the most skilled with a blade, but when the battlelust overtook her, she made up for the lack of precision with outright, raw power, often battering through her opponent's defenses in a serious of vicious, overwhelming slashes. She knew what the elf was doing - giving her just enough time to get away, then likely retreating herself. Perhaps they'd be better off barricading the inside of the house, forcing their opponents to filter in one or two at a time where they could beat them down individually with a few quick slashes.<br/><br/>Yes, there was no way the dragon would continue to focus on her, not when there was another, far more vicious and much less wounded opponent right beside him, right?<br/><br/>The moment Thygor's eyes lock with her own, she knows she's dead wrong. Her weapon! She needed her sword! Just a few feet away, laying on the ground...so close. Just a quick dive to retrieve it, and she could ward away the big creature just long enough for her to make good on her retreat.<br/><br/>Henriette eyed Thygor, then the blade, then Thygor once more, licking her lips in nervous anticipation. If she retreated, he'd possibly ram his blade into her unprotected back. If she dove for her weapon, it left her upper body open for attack, and she did not wish to find out what a well-placed blow against her neck could do, when two grazing cuts along her side had opened her up so cleanly and easily.<br/><br/>The sight of his blade rising, of his body tensing, spurred her to action. She'd rather risk a cut on her back and retreat, than ensure one and dive for her weapon. Turning on her heel, she swoops her head down to avoid the sword stroke she knew was incoming.<br/><br/>It was not a blade she felt, though. It was teeth. Very large, very sharp teeth. For a single second, she didn't even realize what had happened. There was no sting of a sword sinking into her flesh, something she'd felt on numerous occasions. Instead, she felt pressure. Horrible, crushing pressure on her hip, and following that, the sensation of a half-dozen small daggers sinking into her flesh. It wasn't a sword that had found it's way into her flesh - it was his JAWS.<br/><br/>"Auuuugh!" Crying out as the overwhelming pressure of Thygor's jaws clamp down on her side, Henriette feels herself lifted completely off the ground by the strength of the big reptile's jaws, and she desperately begins to claw at the tiny dagger sheathed on her side. It felt so small, so incredibly insignificant, but right now she'd give just about anything to squeeze her hand between the enormous jaws encircling the left side of her waist and retrieve it.<br/><br/>The moment she feels her hand wrap around it, she desperately pulls it free, jerking her arm back to drive it into his head or neck, anywhere to force him to relinquish her hold upon him.<br/><br/>((I won't go into the more...chewy vore, unless someone specifically requests it.<img alt="&gt;.&gt;" src="./images/smilies/shifty.gif" title="Shifty eyes"/>I love graphic digestion, but hard vore tends to squick me a bit. x3 I know, strange, but...yeah. Um, that being said, if anyone DOES want more hard vore stuff, I'll do it to the best of my abilities.))<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Crunch! </span><br/><br/>The sound of Thygor's teeth biting down into her flesh, crushing her hip, made her blood run cold. No...it wasn't just the bite. She DID feel cold. All over. Cold, and so, so very exhausted. The world was swimming around her, and suddenly....the pain wasn't so bad anymore. It felt so far away, so insignificant....<br/><br/><br/>Thygor feels the blonde human girl's body shiver in his jaws briefly, allowing him a brief but tantalizing taste of her soft little body. For being well scarred from more than a handful of battles, her skin felt so incredibly smooth against his tongue, and he could all too easily feel the gentle swell of her rump, her alluring, well-toned thighs, and even her attractive middle as his teeth sunk into her flesh. The dagger held high in her hand wavers, then drops from fingers no longer able to hold it. With a pathetic-sounding groan, the woman goes slack in his jaws, landing with dull-sounding 'fwump' on the ground when he tosses her to the side. She doesn't get back up, and only barely, just BARELY, seemed to be breathing - something that would not last long.<br/><br/>((Henriette is down, aaaand...likely very dead, very soon. x3 ))<br/><br/>((This was actually meant to be a joint-attack, flanking with Lucan...but, after seeing Asara's post, I reworked this some, Thygor, the attack still hits you, but the bonus is 2 lower. x3 Plus, it prevents you from getting hit twice...as I rolled a crit and a normal attack..eesh. D: Super high dice rolls this fight.))<br/><br/>Despite the haze of red filling her mind, Litala sees all too well the moment Thygor's teeth clamp shut on Henriette's waistline, the moment she simply went limp, lifeless. Her friend...<br/><br/>...Dead...?<br/><br/>Something inside her simply clicked, and in a fit of rage, the nimble little elf darted forwards, planted her foot against the edge of Thygor's shield, and actually ran *UP* it. In a single, split second, she'd reached the top, and using the shield like an improvised springboard, she hops off of it and right down onto Thygor's shoulder, blade held high above her.<br/><br/>Thygor never sees the blade fall, but he certainly FEELS it as it digs into his shoulder, being driven inwards through his armor and tough scales by sheer, rage-filled strength. Clutching her legs around his neck, she begins to grind the blade inwards, seeking to sever something vital, something that would put the big dragon down for good...<br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/261011">Attack with Lucan</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span><span style="font-weight: bold">24</span><br/><br/>((Again, this is 2 points lower, as I decided against the Flank attack.))<br/><br/>((Damage of...<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/261018">Longsword stab with rage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">11</span><br/><br/>Thygor takes 11 damage from the blade! ))<br/><br/><br/>((Technically, since Aniel didn't go last round, and Asara is trying to 'persuade' her to do something, she still has an action...I think! So, she won't hold off on doing something till the next round, since Asara didn't attempt to eat her THIS round. Confusing? Yes! XD So, Aniel begins casting a spell round-three, only to have it go off round-four. ))<br/><br/>Aniel hurt all over. The arrow embedded in her forearm had started to throb painfully, only adding to the sharp piercing sensation from being shot in the first place. The stab-wound on her belly was absolutely terrifying, and the redness that coated her soft skin as a result made her feel light-headed and weak. Worse, though...far, FAR worse, was being held in the naga's coils, completely and utterly helpless. She knew she could wiggle and squirm, but she already felt light-headed...how long would it be before she gave in to her wound? Was it life-threatening? Was she simply going to bleed out and die, or was the naga going to swallow her alive and DIGEST her, heedless of her pleads?<br/><br/>Choking back tears at the knowledge her life might very well end being slowly digested inside of a naga's stomach, Aniel whimpers "P-please, I surrender...d-don't eat me..." The sight of Asara's mouth opening so wide right before her eyes, the way she so assuredly said that 'she was being eaten, only for 'safe keeping', it filled her heart with fear. No, they were so close to opening the well, so close to being gone...maybe if she'd attacked instantly, instead of trying to shoo them away, things would have went differently.<br/><br/>It mattered little now - she was captured, Henriette was wounded horribly, Shodon could hardly move, and Litala had the leftover wound of a previous fight to contend with. Meera was their only trump card, the ditzy girl was a fearsome fighter...but against such overwhelming odds, she'd go down in a matter of seconds to the viscous assault. Not to mention, she DARED not call out for Meera's aid, lest the Naga decide to simply swallow her on the spot.<br/><br/><br/>When swiveled to Lucan and Crysanthemum, Aniel simply stares at the sight, almost wishing the foolish catboy would just run. Or, better yet, come try and save her. Yet, she knew that look on his face - he was trying to snag a meal for himself, likely just before taking off at a full-blown sprint and leaving everyone to their fates. A part of her could not blame him. Were things going so poorly, and she had the opportunity, she would have likely done the same thing - a small consolation prize, and getting away with her life "Unnngh...mmff, s-save her?" When the Naga uncoils her hands and pulls back the webbing on them, giving her just enough room to work her magic, Aniel felt a lump in her throat. She wanted her to cast a spell, something to inhibit her own ally?<br/><br/>On one side, it might make her life easier. Maybe she'd survive. On the other hand, it could be a death-sentence for Lucan.<br/><br/>Let him go, or try and save herself...<br/><br/>She wanted to think she'd have been stronger, but the answer was clear - she wanted to live "Mmff, I'll t-try..." She half-sniffles, half-whispers, working her fingertips in short, sharp arcane patterns...<br/><br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>*Swish!* Thygor's blade missed by a good foot, but the wind off of it was still enough to rustle Lucan's hair. Worse, he'd just seen Henriette go down under the dragon's powerful jaws, and she was not moving. Hardly even breathing...<br/><br/>It was time to beat feet...AFTER he'd gotten his little 'prize'. The girl had a blade of her own, though he was not exceptionally worried about it. Just a quick parry, and he'd get a good hold of her ,then....<br/><br/><br/>Crysanthemum's sudden swipe of her curved blade actually takes the catboy by surprise, his head jerking to the side to avoid the blade that had nearly stabbed him right in the mouth. It still created a small, painful red line against his cheek, but that had been her only chance. With a soft growl of anger, he dipped his own blade, tapped her wrist, and wrapped his hand around her arm, jerking her forwards. Just a quick bite, and he'd be gone - at the very least, the fight would not have been a COMPLETE loss. Maybe having digested a member of the opposing company, his own superior wouldn't be quite so angry at him for having to abandon his comrades...<br/><br/>'Ah...ASARA! Mmph. Let me go! You'd better run while you still can!" Crysanthemum said feverishly as the catboy's mouth opened right before her eyes. The glistening pink flesh of his mouth looked so soft, yet she knew all too well what lay beyond that softness was her demise - and she was NOT about to be eaten! Not by--<br/><br/>*Fwump*<br/><br/><br/>Staring in surprise, Crysanthemum watched as her opponent, the one who'd been so intent on eating her...simply slumped to the side, eyes closed....asleep?<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>Lucan toppled to the side silently, hardly even making a sound when he hit the ground, dead asleep "Haaaa....mmfff, I d-did it. I saved her. S-sorry Lucan..." Pressing her hands against the coils that so entangled her lower half, the dragon-girl gives a weak push, trying to pull herself free, but again to no avail. Another sharp spike of pain through her stomach stills her struggles. Finding no freedom there, she looks back over her shoulder pleadingly at Asara "Unff..p-please, I did what you asked. Let me go. I-i-i won't run. Please don't eat me. I don't want to die that way...Mmmf, I don't want to diiiieee! Let me go!" Whatever promise Asara had made to her, it didn't look like she entirely believed it, despite her assurances that she'd be okay.<br/><br/>((Aniel finishes her spell at the beginning of this round, putting Lucan to sleep! ))<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Yumina never sees the ball of acid flying towards her, so engrossed is she in tending to her future meal. The moment it strikes her hand though - dangerously close to spattering over the backside of Johan's neck, but just narrowly missing it - she hisses in pain. In a matter of seconds, she could feel her fur begin to flake off under the viscous liquid, and worse - the skin beneath start to redden and bubble as the acid ate away at her vulnerable flesh "AGGGH!! YOU BITCH!" She cries at the top of her lungs, shooting a murderous glance over Johan's shoulder at the spider-girl some distance behind "YOU'RE NEXT! YOU WANT ACID?! I'LL GIVE YOU ACID!"<br/><br/><br/>The momentary distraction is enough to let Johan work his magic. Slipping his blade upwards, he carves a slender line across the feline's chest, finishing it up with a rather viscous partial-stab to the left side of her ribs. The blow SHOULD have weakened her arm, SHOULD have allowed Johan to squirm free of her embrace.<br/><br/>Instead, he felt the arm - the very arm that even now bubbled with acid eating away at her skin - around his shoulders squeeze tighter, his armor screeching and groaning under the immense pressure exuded by the incredibly strong feline "Raaaarrrrgghh....aagh...you're DEAD!"  She shouts right into his face, her jaws once more opening wide. This time, he's given only a single, brief moment to view the interior of her mouth before, with an uncerimonious 'OMPH', his head is stuffed right inside.<br/><br/>The immense heat and tightness of her maw surrounded him like a glove, and despite the darkness that suddenly filled his vision, it is all too easy to make out the various sensations and where they were coming from. Her tongue, long and lithe and just very slightly 'rough', swabbed eagerly at his face, actually dipping between his lips to briefly run along the side of his cheek, filling his mouth with the not-entirely-unpleasant taste of the feline girl's saliva. Tiny rivuletes of saliva trickled down his face as Yumina adjusted her hold on his armor, her fingers delving below his waistline and hooking into his belt, hefting him upwards. It was frightening the strength the girl seemed to possess, and literally in a matter of seconds, Johan feels his head squeezing into the slimy, saliva-coated back of her mouth, just beneath the curvature of her pallet, further smearing a gratuitous coating of warm, sticky saliva across his bare face.<br/><br/>(( Yumina's vore check!<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/261010">Om nom nom!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span><span style="font-weight: bold">22</span><br/><br/>Johan is OMNOMNOMMED...or..is he..?))<br/><br/><br/>A deep, loud<span style="font-style: italic">gluk</span>rings through his ears as the hungry feline swallows once, twice...<br/><br/>*Thunk*<br/><br/>Johan feels his forehead collide with something.<br/><br/>Alura feels much the same.<br/><br/><br/>There is a brief moment of confusion as the two realize exactly what is happening - Johan is going down in the same moment that Alura is coming up. Clearly, Yumina's throat was not quite large enough, nor stretchy enough, to accept both bodies...so one had to give.<br/><br/>It turned out to be Yumina's.<br/><br/><br/>The vicelike grip on Johan's armor wavers, then seems to give in entirely, and he once more feels his feet come back into contact with the ground. With a horrid retching sound, Yumina 'horks' his head back up, spitting him out with enough force that is has him stumbling backwards, absolutely coated in saliva, but none the worse for wear. Alura, on the other hand, feels the feline's throat suddenly seize back up around her, squeezing her desperately, as if unwilling to give up the delicious meal that had been forced into the stomach below not once, but twice.<br/><br/>Yet, the cumulative wounds to her body, though not numerous, were already adding up. Despite her best attempts, despite her best efforts to keep the fairy inside of her stomach where she BELONGED...she feels her body continue to squirm upwards.<br/><br/>Again, Alura is treated to the incredibly tight constraints of the feline's throat, the squeezing of those muscles, the desperate rippling and pulling, seeking to pull her ever downwards....but, this time, she does not stop. This time, Yumina simply does not have the strength to keep her down, and instead....she is forced to double-over, the upwards movement of her stomach, combined with the nauseating effects of Cyria's acid blast, simply overwhelming her desperation, her sheer desire, to keep the fairy inside of her.<br/><br/>"Haaack....HAAAAAC...HUUUURRRK!" Not her dinner. Not the most amazing meal of her life. If she was going to die, at least let her keep a full stomach while doing it. Let her be HAPPY in her final moments. Alas, for all her wishes, her stomach seems to have other plans, and Alura finds herself forced upwards...<br/><br/>With a less-than-pretty sound very much resembling someone emptying their stomachs (Not entirely untrue, obviously), Alura feels herself pretty well thrown up onto the grass, her body coated in a mixture of digestive acids and saliva, but mostly none-the-worst-for-wear. Yumina, though, stands half-bent over her, gazing down into her face with a look that was somewhere between denial, tears, and anger. She'd lost her human dessert. She'd lost her fairy dinner. Her stomach, again, was empty. She was bleeding. She didn't have her armor....<br/><br/>Taking a quick glance around, she notes with rising clarity that the fight was pretty well over. Aniel was captured, Lucan had gone down from SOMETHING, Henriette was down, Shodon was wounded beyond further participation, and Litala....likely didn't have much left in her, either.<br/><br/>"Ughn...d-damnit." Wiping her mouth on the back of her good hand, she sags down onto her knees right beside Alura, all the fight seeming to leave her body in one fell swoop "..Knew you were too good to be true. Acht..." Wincing at the pain still bubbling in her arm, she extends her blade to the side...and simply drops it. The fight was over. They'd lost. She knew when she was beat, and as much as she hated to admit it...she was "....I give up." She murmurs, ears flattening against the top of her head "...So, that offer to take you out into the woods still open?" She murmurs to Johan, her eyes still locked on the delicious fairy that had just slipped through her fingertips...<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>(Shodon - Male Wolfman fighter<br/>HP - 2/26 (Surrendered)<br/>AC - 17 -1 poison, 16!<br/>CMD - 17<br/><br/>Henriette - Female human fighter<br/>HP - -6/28 (Dying)<br/>AC - 16<br/>CMD - 18<br/><br/>Litala - Female wild elf barbarian<br/>HP - 19/36 (Raging HP)<br/>AC - 13 (Raging armor drop)<br/>CMD - 16<br/><br/>Lucan - Male Catboy Fighter<br/>HP - 22/24 (Asleep)<br/>AC - 17<br/>CMD - 17<br/><br/>Yumina - Female Feline fighter<br/>HP - 8/28 (Surrendered)<br/>AC - 12 (Ouch, no armor D:)<br/>CMD - 19<br/><br/>Aniel - Female Half-dragon Sorcerer<br/>HP - 5/24 (Surrendered)<br/>AC - 14 (-2 from entangled!)<br/>CMD - 12 (-2 from entangled!)<br/><br/>Meera - Female Neko "Sorta-Monk"<br/>HP - 33/33<br/>AC - 20<br/>CMD - 20<br/><br/>Actil - Unknown ))