[[ I was initially waiting to see if the mech was indeed down for good after Arcea's attack, as I aimed to assist her if she still needed it. Hence my post was delayed. As it seems we've moved on from there, i shall go ahead and do two posts for one if that is all right, seeing as i did not act yet last round. ]]<br/><br/>[[previous round]]<br/><br/>The explosive reaction of Celrie's pscionic attack surprised even her. Sure, she'd aimed to keep the big reptile down, but what transpired was far beyond her control. The massive beast roaring to life just as the cute little trail of spinning stars finds its mark on the creatures snout, creating a psichic backlash that tears through the alligator's mind and body as the creature attempts to blink away at that very moment.  Celrie had been taught, and seen similair reactions first hand before, one of the many dangers of performing such acts, yet even she wasn't prepared for the macabre spectacle of only half a gator making the jump, the tail end remaining in place, thrashing it's tail and turning up snow before finally laying still. Clutching her hands to her mouth Celrie's eyes widen as she looks onward across the battlefield towards the enraged handler. "I...I'm sorry about that." the elf would reply, deciding now was not the best time to make a crack about magic tricks and sawing people in half.... No she did feel rather bad for the woman, as after all this racoon had some relation with Maribel, the elf just wouldn't feel right being downright nasty towards her. Of course she also didn't feel too terribly bad, for it served the creature right for attacking her in the first place!<br/><br/>With the alligator out of the way...this time for good. She can finally set her attention to aiding Arcea proper in her battle against the mech. Celrie recalls what Maribel had said about him...being a drunkard, and an old man at that. The elf wagers it would take little effort on her part in capturing his attention. Especially after she overhears the byplay between he and Arcea..yes he was certainly drinking, something she would turn to their advantage. As Arcea squares off against the rusted assembly of washers, farming equipment, and god only knows what else was strapped in there, Celrie takes a few steps out into the open once more. Taking a moment to center herself around the chaos of battle, the shouts of her allies, the sounds and shakes of gunfire all around, focusing on her body she begins to dance of all things. Starting off slowly at first she rocks back and forth, stepping lightly in the snow as her hips begin to wiggle and rock. The elf's body soon twirling, bending and swaying to the beat in her head, performing a small section of exotic dance, one which makes rather clear the purpose of all the flowing lacey fabric attached to her attire, for each motion is made grander, defined and overexagerated by the pinks and violets that flutter in the breeze around her. Of course the main attraction and center of most onlookers eyes would be her sensual curves. Those bountiful breasts which bounce with every motion, her tight rounded rump whose curvature is pronounced with every motion.<br/><br/>Lost in her performance for a time Celrie feels as if she truly was on stage, a cold, windy stage, but a stage nonetheless. Yet she does manage to keep herself focused enough to make eye contact with the mechanized monstrosity.. ready to bat her lashes and call out to the operator, inviting him to feast visually on her performance, or to step out of his restraints and join in physically... however, before she can so much as motion properly to him she sees first hand the destruction her companion was causing. Arcea...oh Arcea, she looked so strong, so fierce as she assaults the junk heap of a mech. Celrie slows her performance into a rythmic belly dance as she watches in awe, amazed at how well the feline was handling herself. When the final blow is stuck and the mech all but crumbles to the ground beneath her, Celrie can feel her heart all but flutter in her chest, the blood in her veins running hot as a wave of arousal sweeps over her body. 'my kitty..' is all she can think as Arcea taunts and jeers at the downed mech beneath her.<br/><br/>Celrie's dance would turn into a swift walk from there, she making her way straight toward the feline, grabbing her by the arm and spinning her around mid stride. Arcea would not be going to the marten so soon, oh no, not until Celrie got ahold of her. Without so much as a word the elven woman pounces, locking eyes with the confused kitty as she's abruptly veered from her target. Celrie lunging in, pressing her body flat against the toned figure of Arcea, an arm cupping against the back of her head, just as her lips move in for a passionate kiss. Celrie closing her eyes as she leans into the embrace, parting her soft luscious lips to allow her tongue to press in past the catgirl's own. Her free hand in turn extends shooting off a fabulous display of pscionic fireworks, just as the press of her lips would set of fireworks of their own within her kitty lover.Several of the psionic fireworks had been sent veering toward the pair of rangers, more to distract the pair from firing, as whether they they found their mark or not was not all too important to Celrie at the moment. She was more interested in kissing her kitty, as she humms happily to herself, groaning ever so softly as she parts her legs and gently grinds her pelvis against Arcea's thigh as the kiss deepens. Celrie's tongue, much like the rest of her body, was quite skilled when it came to knowing just how to move to get the greatest effect, this combined with her phenomenal flavor made kissing the elf a treat in more ways than one.<br/><br/>Several heated moments are spent as Celrie flicks, and rolls, and lashes her tongue within the heated confines of Arcea's mouth, before with an audible smooch she inevitably would pull away. Her emerald eyes flashing lustfully as they meet those of Arcea "Your lucky we're in battle." Celrie murmurs, growling sexily before offering one final little kiss, accompanied by a firm grasp of the catgirl's rear, before allowing her to proceed on toward the marten, as Celrie turns to see what damage, if any, her most recent release of psionic attacks had created.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>[[current round]]<br/><br/>Before she can properly survey the damage however, Celrie's ears would burn with the furry of the very same woman she'd so recently apologized. Of course she coudln't blame her, she'd recently lost not one, but two very exotic pets, one of which was now in several pieces strewn about the battlefield on her own accord. "Now that's not  a very nice thing to say....Maribel wouldn't agree with you on that." Celrie begins pouting in the beast handler's direction. "I'm hardly any of those things...." she begins though is stopped mid sentence as she witnesses the raccoon woman's own display of psionic ability. It made sense of course that she too would be adept in some manner of psionics, having handled psi beasts and all. Even so it did not prepare the elf for what was to come, the subsequent blast released by the woman caught her off guard. Celrie squealing as her sensitive elven ears are assaulted by the obnoxiously loud pop, as her eyes are blinded by an array of multicolored lights, many of which would go unnoticed by the average being.<br/><br/>Celrie reals from the assault on her senses, clutching her ears as the world around all but goes spinning. She can make out the chubby coon bouncing and jiggling in celebration, though can't quite make out what she was saying. Celrie recalls her talk, of how she was going to feed her to something, or someone... could this truly be the elven entertainer's fate? Shaking her head in defiance Celrie refuses to accept that, the raccoon's psionic attack was all but child's play, not a serious threat to a skilled practitioner such as herself. Focusing her mind, Celrie wills her senses to recover, though strenuous and not something she could likely accomplish more than a couple of times, the elf shakes off the assault as if it hadn't even happened. "That was cute...lacking in flare, but cute.." she begins addressing the beast handler once more, that is at least until the arrival of Maribel's cousin.<br/><br/>Recovered as she was from the stunning assault, Celrie would hear clear as day the new arrival referring to Maribel's uncle as pa. Of course this could be a simple term of endearment, yet as Celrie takes a moment to look at her she begins to doubt that was merely the case. The new arrival was cute Celrie had to admit, she finds herself cracking a smile as she stands silently below, allowing her to say her piece and assess the situation. From her cute little ears, long fluffy tail, to the goggles she wore to keep her eyes safe while navigating the sky, yes Celrie could certainly see herself getting along with one such as this, and her fiery attitude only added to her appeal. An attitude which didn't hold a candle to her beloved kitty of course, but was endearing all the same.<br/><br/>The new arrival was certainly worked, up, and rightfully so as Celrie takes a moment to survey the battle at large for herself, this being the first time she actually lays eyes on the squirrel stuffed marten, stifling a giggle as she does so, the overly engorged rodent girl looking rather silly, if not a little sexy as she deals with simultaneously keeping in and digesting her meal, and warding off Sevana's ire. Aside from her though, and a handful of others, the enemy forces had all but been laid low. The massive mech that Arcea had taken down solo, a glorious centerpiece to the devastation that'd been wrought on the supposed ambushers. It's no wonder the new arrival was as mad as she was, and her reaction to seeing Maribel warmed the elven woman's heart. At least she seemed actually concerned for the poor girl, for a moment Celrie wasn't sure if she wasn't the only one who'd cared Maribel had been injured. Of course she'd already assessed her injuries, and knew she would be all right, this new woman didn't though...<br/><br/>Celrie is all but complacent, willing to do as the wriled up racoon wills. She raising her hands showing that she wasn't wielding any weapons, and in fact hadn't even brought one with her from the train. Taking several steps in good faith toward the train car Celrie waits for the woman's outburst to run it's course. Waiting out the storm as it where, was no longer an option it seemed, as Maribel's uncle, the very same man Maribel had pointed Celrie out to as one they shouldn't hurt, stands up and points in her direction, indicating it was her of all people, the very elf who had the racoon lass' well being in mind so much as to enhance her fortitude....she was the one responsible for causing her injuries. Now Celrie realizes in a round-about way that may very well be true...for it was her charm that'd persuaded Maribel to aid them in dismantelling the ambusher's efforts, and was in pursuit of this goal that she was struck by a stray bullet... But she was NOT the one who pulled the trigger!<br/><br/>Placing her hands on her hips Celrie scowl's at the cowardly racoon leader in his stump. "Really?" she begins, taking several steps in Maribell's direction. "I'm the one to blame? You realize Maribel was my friend right... remember her pointing you out to me? And you!" she calls out in the direction of the artillery crew, the female skunk in particular "You where there, you saw what happened, when Maribel risked her hide to defend me, talking you down from your post, only to be caught from a stray bullet...a bullet ,as luck would have it, was not capable of piercing the poor girl's skull. You'll find Maribel should actually be quite all right, if you'll give me but a moment to revive her... then she can explain it all herself" she begins, pausing several steps away from the fallen Maribel, as she awaits the jet pack wearer's reaction. Though she was telling the truth, Celrie doubted the new arrival would be easily persuaded into letting the one supposedly at fault for injuring Maribel touch her...but perhaps if the others on the ambusher's side spoke up for her... Of course the actual firer of the gun was unable to be questioned, and the psionic assault she'd so recently released on her fellow rangers did not bode well for her cause...  to this end Celrie simply smiles sweetly up at Delilah "and if you really need to blow off some steam, and kicking me around will help you do it..." she slowly turns around, bending forward to exposed her tantalizing rear fully to the jet back totting coon "feel free to....batter me a bit...who knows, maybe i like it rough." she teases shooting her a little wink, while at the same time she glances sideways towards Arcea licking her lips lustfully in turn.<br/><br/>Though she'd all but given Deliah a free shot...it at least wasn't at her face. That was an area she'd rather not have boot marks on. Of course she was fully capable of healing any injured sustained after the battle...that and she highly doubted Arcea would allow anyone to touch her, and after seeing what she'd done to that mech...well Celrie had nothing to worry about. At least that is, so long as the kittie's hunger hadn't gotten the better of her and she wasn't too far along in her goals of sampling the fine dining option that is, squirrel stuffed marten.<br/><br/>Celrie [[ putting my actions in a spoiler this time as it's quite a bit of spam otheriwse ]]<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;">((previous round)) Am attacking the 2 remaining rangers, as Celrie didn't see the beast tamer as a threat at this point, otherwise all 3 shots woulda likely went to her XD  As it stands the first shot will go on the closest ranger, and the remaining 2 on the furthest. spending 3 power points  ]]<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361898">Fireworks #1</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d12</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">10</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361899">Fireworks #2</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d12</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">9</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361900">Fireworks #1 dmg</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">2d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">7</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361904">Fireworks #1 dmg (raise)</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">4</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361901">Fireworks #2 dmg</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">2d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">8</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361902">Fireworks #2 dmg (ace)</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">1</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361935">Fireworks #3</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d12</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">3</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361937">Fireworks #3 wild</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">1</span><br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>((current round))<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361926">Stun resist</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">3</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/361927">Stun resist (wild)</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">3</span><br/><br/>Celrie is thus stunned, shall spend a bennie however to immediately remove the shaken with a raise, thus allowing her to act freely.<br/><br/><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/362006">elf chats</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6+6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">9</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/362007">elf chats (wild)</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6+6</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">8</span></div></div></div>