Ambrosia and Gorun move in as one, picking out the elven archer at the front of the cultist forces and marking him for their attentions in two rather separate ways. Ambrosia promptly flops to the floor in front of him, looking up beseechingly; the elf, though simply cocks his head and opens his mouth in evident confusion. "Um... I'm sorry, were we... aren't you here to... kill us?" He says, working through the idea that maybe the pretty fairy at his feet<span style="font-style: italic">isn't</span>just after his head whatever the song in his head is insisting. Taking advantage of the distraction, Gorun slips past the table to beside him, waiting and holding his position against the humans to come, sighting out his path forward to the kitsune. The singer- noticing Gorun's attentions- gives her tails a coy flick and shifts her weight from one foot to another, showing off the rear those tails are attached to.<br/><br/>Sira bulls in, doing her duty to try to clear the way for her companion. The human standing between the tubs has no real hope; as so many times before, Sira bites down on his torso and begins coiling around him, already squeezing<span style="font-style: italic">almost</span>all the life from his body. Almost. There's a crackling, gurgling sound from inside Sira's coils that isn't... quite the usual sounds for someone in Xarithe's clutches. The druid can hear the start of a confused, muffled hiss at what's going on in its mouth before a much louder hiss of pain as something begins clawing her in the soft flesh of her palate, paying no attention to the pain and blood loss and by all accounts trying to burrow through to the snake's brain. The other two humans begin<span style="font-style: italic">crackling</span>, muscles shifting under their skin as the kitsune's song grows discordant- new biceps and thigh muscles sprout from skin that hardens as though leathering, but most worryingly are the spurs of sharp bone that spray loose from between their fingers reminiscent of the way the corrupted druid's had. Both lope forward, eyes fixed on barring Gorun's way to their mistress. The first one receives a sharp punch in the face from the monk, his technique stopping him in his tracks. The other one dives at Gorun, claws first; though he can twist away from one, claws dig into his shoulder with surprising power. There's a red rage in the human's eyes now, still handsome though... distorted somewhat by the metamorphosis the kitsune caused.<br/><br/>With a soft giggle, the kitsune turns to look at Xarithe as he picks his way past the struggling snake and her unexpectedly spirited meal (though she was hurt, there was no way she was going to give this meal up for long- and with her drool all over it, nobody'd be picking it up once she flung it aside). She responds, weaving her words seamlessly into the melody between two stanzas of her religious chant; "You would talk with me, who came with bloody weapons and traitors most foul? Then come, handsome druid, and let us talk to each other. But let us have our<span style="font-style: italic">privacy</span>." She puts stress on the last word, and the halfling between the two nods. He quickly takes a small glass vial of green fluid from his belt and hurls it seemingly as hard as he can at Xarithe. Even without an instinctive half duck, it wouldn't have hit him. Instead, it sails past and breaks on beleaguered Sira's head, and the liquid evaporates into thick, choking smoke. A faint whiff makes it to Xarithe, and a foul rotten eggs smell is barely registered. Sira hisses again in outrage at so many lesser creatures having the audacity to interfere with her fair hunt, but perhaps the vapors aren't as rough on a serpentine nose- she keeps hold of the cultist, working to try to keep claws away from more tender areas. For poor, unfortunate Turilia- and the naga slithering up behind her to help- the vapors are quite debilitating as they fill their lungs with choking, noxious fumes. "I don't like to talk," the kitsune purrs, "in a hostile crowd, dear..."<br/><br/>[[Actions:<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;">Gorun moves, and does not prompt an AOA. Stunning fist is prepped.<br/>Ambrosia moves, and *flumphs*<br/>Turilia moves, and beans the elf with frost. <br/>Sira moves in and grapples successfully, dealing All the damage.<br/>Xarithe has to move a little fancy, but goes forward into enemy territory.<br/>Halfling delays...<br/>Humans enter Rage!<br/>Human A attacks Gorun; 12 misses, 23 hits for 11 damage.<br/>Human B moves to attack Gorun; stunning fist hits, and fort save fails. Human B is stunned. <br/>Human C attacks Sira while still grappled; 23 and 29 both hit, but the confirmation roll misses. Total of 15 damage. <br/>Kaheksa stays where she is.<br/>Naga Captain moves forward! <br/>Halfling tosses a stink bomb at Sira! Attack hits. Sira fort save, 18, success; Turilia fort save, 12, fails: Turilia will remain Nauseated while inside the cloud and for 2 rounds after leaving. Naga fort save, 12, also fails; Naga will remain Nauseated while inside the cloud and for 4 rounds after leaving. Human fort save, 15, succeeds.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Init:<br/>Enemy Group A (Kitsune, Elves)<br/>Gorun, Ambrosia, Turilia, Xarithe+Sira<br/>Enemy Group B (Halfling, Humans)<br/>Kaheksa, Naga Captain<br/>Albali+Ain, Eiyre<span style="font-style: italic">Currently Up</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Status</span><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;">Sira: 14/35 HP, grappling Human C<br/>Gorun: 20/31 HP<br/>Turilia: Nauseated (for 2 rounds after leaving cloud area)<br/>Naga captain: Nauseated (for 4 rounds after leaving cloud area)<br/><br/>Elf C: Damaged<br/>Human B: Stunned, Damaged<br/>Human C: Severe Damage, grappled by Sira</div></div></div><br/><br/>Map:<a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/7mUIMIl.png">http://i.imgur.com/7mUIMIl.png</a>now with kludged grid references! And a green area that shows stinking cloud. ]]