((Have to admit, I like the banter, Johan. x3 It'll be fun to respond to! ))<br/><br/>Cyria's spell works like a charm, the ball of grease sailing right by Johan to splatter messily right on her intended target - Henriette's weapon and her hands, making her grip tenuous at best. The moment Johan turns his attention to Thygor and beings to boot-stomp the big, plated dragon in an effort to wake him up, Henriette snickers at the sight "Haha...big fella sleeping on the job, I see. Fine, if you're that eager to become food, it's only fair I accept your foolish request. Come here." With that, Henriette switches the grip of her blade over to a single hand (Actually nearly dropping it in the process), and weaves her way back and forth, closing in on Johan now that he was good and distracted.<br/><br/>Honestly, another human was not on her list of preferred prey. She had a love of showing OTHER races human superiority, and the look of absolute fear and loathing on, say, a big, furry wolf's face was priceless when he realised he was going to fall prey to a simple human, something that should have been so much further down on the food chain. Her stomach was not as capable as other races - that simply meant anyone she DID eat simply suffered longer inside of her belly as it took them apart tiny bit by tiny bit. Her throat was tighter, and it generally took her greater effort to swallow someone - that in turn, made it more difficult for them to fight their way back up. Her stomach was smaller that most other races, less able to stretch to accomodate prey even half her size...yet, her physical strength allowed her to FORCE someone inside of her, even her own size, and once there, they simply couldn't escape.<br/><br/>Another human was not on her list of PREFERRED prey...but that certainly didn't mean she'd not give him exactly what he wanted, anyway.<br/><br/>As Johan busies himself with kicking Thygor, she reaches out towards his hair, ready to grab a handful, ready to swirl him around and stuff him face-first into her mouth, ready to--<br/><br/>--NOT ready to have the dragon wake up at just that moment. Eyes widening in surprise, Henriette jumps to the side, her own blade swooping outwards in a wide arc to intercept Thygor's blade. The blade meets her own with a loud *CLANG*, and just like that, Henriette feels the grease covering her hand and weapon work it's magic. Like water through her fingertips, the blade simply slips from her grasp, clattering uselessly about five feet to her side. Thygor's blade continues right in on her, opening up a nearly-matching gash on the right side of her body, making her gasp in a mixture of pain and surprise "Aaagh! D-damn...lizard..." She'd been in enough battles to know when things were starting to look sour.<br/><br/>Given she could hardly even SEE straight anymore, things were looking rather sour indeed. With every beat of her thunderously pounding heart, she felt her strength leaving her body, the two horrendous cuts marring her sides filling her mind with blinding pain. Even BREATHING hurt, and she was obscenely aware of how incredibly vulnerable she was without her weapon in her hand. Ugh..she was not one to retreat from a fight, but this...<br/><br/>..This was looking bad. The better part of valor was knowing when to run to fight another day, and she did not relish the thought of finding herself impaled upon the dragon's blade, her lifeblood flowing in a red river down the enormous sword's length.<br/><br/>Clutching her newly-wounded side, Henriette casts one final glance at Johan, silently cursing her luck...then, with a anger-filled look at Thygor, begins to backpedal in a full-on retreat.<br/><br/>((Cyria's spell is effective, and Henriette has dropped her greatsword! ^_^ She's in a full-retreat now. In essence, will give Thygor one final attack on her if he so desires, before she vacates the premises with all due haste. x3 Or, he can turn that attack to one of the remaining combatants!))<br/><br/>During her escape, she more hears the whistle of an arrow than sees it, and only barely does she manage to duck her head to the side as Asara's arrow goes flying past, a shot that likely would have landed solidly between her eyes, had she noticed it a split-second later "Oh..p-piss..." She grunts under her breath, staggering backwards further in an effort to put herself further out of Thygor's reach...<br/><br/><br/><br/>Johan's shift of attention fully to Lucan actually has the catboy backstepping just slightly - he'd never preferred to go toe to toe with other combatants, and though he was skilled with a blade, he was far better at distracting opponents while his stronger allies got in their licks, or grabbed them. Still, he was not about to step down, especially when the human was already wounded and bleeding and -- wait, what did he say?<br/><br/>It was clear the catboy was nimble and rather quick, but Johan's sudden shift in targets takes him entirely by surprise. It takes all of a split second to him to realise why - Shodon and Henriette, the two who'd been tasked with protecting Aniel, were both horribly wounded and literally on their last legs. Shodon hadn't looked like he'd moved in seconds, simply leaning against the wall and breathing harshly, and Henriette...Henriette was actually trying to get away? That, in and of itself, sent a little chill through his body. The girl was a warrior, she didn't simply 'run away', unless things were bad.<br/><br/>"Shodon! I can't get out, pleeease help me!" Aniel called frantically backwards to her wolfish companion some thirty feet or better behind her.  Gah, she couldn't get OUT of the stuff, and the more she attempted, the more it simply seemed to wind further around her body. Worse, though, was the LOOKS she was being given. The naga was looking at her and practically licking her lips, and the big reptile had pretty well threatened her directly, intending for her to be his next target. She was used to combat, but she was NOT used to her 'fleshy' buffer of soldiers not being between her and her opponents.<br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the flash of Johan's sword. Time seemed to stand still for her as she swiveled her head to meet his gaze, only to see the murderous intent in his eyes. Nonono...Shodon wasn't here to protect her. Henriette wasn't here. Litala and Yumina had only just arrived, no way they'd reach her in time. The realisation that she was not going to get away from the incoming lunge made her eyes widen in fear, and she begins to desperately thrash about in her silky bindings, trying to squirm her way free, anything to backpedal away from the incoming blade aimed right for her middle.<br/><br/>Oh gods, she couldn't MOVE.<br/><br/>"NO! No, please, don't I--aah!" She starts to beg, only to be cut off in as sudden gasp as she felt the blade sink into her lower belly, just beneath her belly button.  Johan feels his blade slip into her quite literally like a hot knife into butter, as whatever sort of draconic heritage she had might have blessed her with wings, a tail, and sharp little teeth...but her skin was every bit as soft and vulnerable as any human. The fiery arc of pain that shot through her body nearly caused her to collapse on the spot, her mouth opening in utter shock. She'd been stabbed.<br/><br/>She'd been STABBED.<br/><br/>"Ah...aah...mmf...aah..."  Gazing down at the blade, she clutches at it weakly, staring in utter disbelief at the half-inch of steel visible. The rest was inside her. She knew that it was likely slicking out of her back as well, but she couldn't see it. She was THANKFUL she couldn't see it, but she could sure feel it. The little trickle of red she could see welling up around the blade seemed so deceptively miniscule, so minor...maybe she wasn't hurt as bad as she thought? Maybe it was just shock. Yes, that's it. Just shock.<br/><br/>The soft little 'snnk' of the blade being withdrawn from her midsection made her shudder, as did the sudden bloom of red that began to spill from the little puncture on her midsection "N-noooo...." She whispers reaching out through the webbing binding her body to grab the front of Johan's overshirt, her small overlong fingernails bunching up into his clothing as she grasps at him weakly "Y-you...stabbed me..." Her voice dripped with disbelief, as though clearly Johan had been mistaken in his target "Nnghh..it hurts.." The realisation that she was going to die settled on her like a bundle of bricks, and whatever small amount of resistance, whatever small will to fight remained inside of her, crumbled under the weight.<br/><br/>"Please, d-don't kill me...I don't want to die! I s-surrender! We all surrender! Throw down your weapons! DO IT!" Her voice shrill in panic and fear, Aniel notes that...noone moves to follow her command. To the contrary, most seemed to have already given up on the fight. Henriette was in full retreat, had dropped her sword....Shodon seemed resolute, conserving his energy for one final lunge...Litala was enraged, no chance she'd give in...and Yumina was charging full-force into the fray, entirely devoid of her armor.<br/><br/>They were going to lose.<br/><br/>Sinking down onto her knees, Aniel clutches at her bleeding belly, whimpering softly "Pleeeeease don't kill me. I surrender, by the gods, I surrender!"<br/><br/><br/>((Just a little note - I don't expect everyone to be willing to fight to the death in every single battle. Some NPCs might! Others won't. x3 I'd like to give every one of them a little personality of their own, and it'll largely be based on their experience, how much they think they can bargain for their lives, or any other number of things. I'd say getting to 'nearly unconcious' is a pretty jarring experience for anyone, especially with people hacking at you with blades. XD<br/><br/>Personality hoooo! ))<br/><br/>So engaged is Aniel in her own wound that she never even sees Asara's assault on her until it's far too late to even attempt to resist, though whatever minor resistance she may have put up at that point would have been quite laughable. With blinding efficiency, Asara wraps her body around the dragongirl's smaller form, squeezing her tightly in her coils and locking her arms at her side.<br/><br/>It was an incredibly surprising sensation, feeling her soft body pressed so tightly up against Asara's scaled hide. For having so much draconic heritage evident in her outwards appearance, her skin was so amazingly supple and soft, PAMPERED almost. The feeling of her leathery wings, fluttering weakly against her back - and pressing outwards against Asara's coils in an effort to free herself - added only another layer to the dragon sorcerer's body. Her wings felt leathery, almost velvety much like a batwing, but the scales that covered the more 'muscled' areas that allowed her flight were tough and resilient, as was the scales upon her frantically flicking tail.<br/><br/>When Asara begins to open her mouth, a look of complete and utter fear crosses the sorceress' face, and she begins to frantically struggle - though, of course, gets absolutely no where. She was certainly not strong ,and whilst her spellcasting ability was considerable...it did her very, very little good with her body wrapped up in Asara's coils. Gazing into the opening mouth, one that soon enough would begin to encompass her, she desperately glances back and forth between Johan and Asara, her voice nothing shy of frantic pleading "Nononono! Don't eat me! NO!!! Don't let her eat me! I said I surrender! Oh by the gods, I'm not food! Noooooo! Don't let me die!"<br/><br/>((She's struggling, but it's piteous. x3 I just don't picture being trapped in webs, AND coils, being something easy to escape from when your strength is just ten. XD The penalty I gave her made her roll a 8, so... yeah. XD She's trapped, for now. ))<br/><br/><br/>Litala focused in on the naga, her hand gripping her blade so tightly it made her knuckles white. Little by little, she felt her heart begin to thunder in her chest, felt the adrenaline surging through her body, the lust and desire for battle making her body tingle in anticipation.  Aniel was trapped. She had to be saved. Had to be...yet...<br/><br/>Henriette's pained cry draws her attention. The dragon - he was going after Henriette, had wounded her, and BADLY...<br/><br/>Her vision turned red, and she gave herself fully to the battle rage.<br/><br/>((Litala rages! Raaawr elf! ))<br/><br/>"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!" Though only a slender elf, the roar of rage that escaped her throat was bloodchilling, and Thygor soon finds himself being bore down on by an elvish girl that only just barely managed to top half of his size. Still, with no fear evident in her eyes, she charges forwards and jabs her blade right at his midsection. His shield manages to catch the blow, deflecting it with a resounding *CLANG*, but his arm actually shudders under the power of the blow, sending a little spark of discomfort through his wrist. It was surprising the elvish girl had managed such a hard blow, and one could only imagine how much it would have hurt if it had actually landed...<br/><br/>"GET...AWAY...FROM...HER....RRRRAAAAA!"<br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260833">Attack on Thygor! Charge + Powerful blow</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span><span style="font-weight: bold">20</span><br/><br/>A miss!))<br/>((Litala used her 'Powerful Strike' on that, and missed! Don't think she gets it again. x3 ))<br/><br/><br/>Yumina, for the moment, just takes stock of the situation. There was a drider towards the backside of the house, but not one she could quickly and efficiently reach. Huh - she'd never actually tasted spider before. The girl was large, but not too large to be entirely immune to being stuffed down her throat. Then, there was the naga, currently wrapping around Aniel. Oh well - with any luck, eating the dragongirl would slow her down, and make her easier to drop. Then, Aniel could be retrieved. Maybe.<br/><br/>To her side, Litala and Henriette were combating the big dragon. Fair enough - those two could handle him.<br/><br/>That just left the boisterous human. The one who was practically SCREAMING for someone to try and eat him. Though she was delightfully full of fairy, a second helping of human was not something she'd scoff at - with any luck, maybe she'd be so uselessly full after the combat she'd get to lay around all day, just like Meera had.<br/><br/>Licking her lips, Yumina set off at a full-blown charge at Johan....<br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260837">Charge + grapple at Johan</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span><span style="font-weight: bold">15</span>Yumina charged...and managed to touch him!<br/><br/>I know Johan has something or another to give him a free attack against grappling peoples...but Yumina, of course, doesn't know that. Odds are, she'll find out quite soon...x3))<br/><br/>The impact of the feline girl against his side rattled his bones to the very core, and as stars flash before his eyes, he feels an inhumanly strong arm wrap around his chest, pulling him tightly up against a very naked, fur-covered body. She was attractive, to say the least, a sort of 'amazonian' look that was both enticing and sexy in all the right ways. Not to mention, there was the distinct smell of...well, 'sex' covering her, again not an unpleasant smell. In fact, it was quite heady and alluring in it's own way. Baring her teeth in a satisfied little smirk, Yumina pulled Johan up tightly against her stomach, allowing him to feel the vaguely-struggling body of the fairy girl entrapped within. The strength of her arm was nightmarish, and Johan could FEEL his armor actually straining against her grip - it was pretty clear that if she brought that sword to bare and actually managed to land a hit, it would be very, very bad news.<br/><br/><br/>(( Grapple check vs Johan!<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260841">Grapple check!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span><span style="font-weight: bold">24</span>Beats his CMD! I won't describe much further until he gets his AoO in, and whatever effect that has. x3 ))<br/><br/>"What's this about you screaming desperately to become food? You need only ask. Y'know, been some time since I've enjoyed the taste of human." Leaning forwards, Yumina curled her tongue against Johan's cheek, leaving a tiny sliver of wet, slick saliva in it's wake. With a pleasant sigh at the flavor, her voice drops to a mere whisper "...Let me introduce you to the foodchain the proper way. With you at the bottom of it." Right before his eyes, Yumina's jaws slowly begin to open, allowing him his first glimpse into the hot, tight confines of her maw, tiny strings of saliva dangling between her teeth. A hot gust of breath billows against his face, bringing with it the faint scent of digesting fairy - and if he didn't escape, odds are, 'digesting human' would be next, and soon.<br/><br/>With all other combatants occupied, Lucan begins to step backwards - only to nearly stumble right over Crysanthemum. Turning his gaze upon the human girl, he couldn't help but lick his lips. She looked...tasty. Maybe, just maybe, he could get something out of this after all - and then, he could retreat, find somewhere nice and quiet, and digest his latest meal in peace...<br/><br/>((Lucan turns on Crysanthemum!))<br/><br/>(( Still waiting on Cyria and Xarces this round! ^_^ ))<br/><br/>(Shodon - Male Wolfman fighter<br/>HP - 2/26 (Shodon is retreating)<br/>AC - 17 -1 poison, 16!<br/>CMD - 17<br/><br/>Henriette - Female human fighter<br/>HP - 2/28 (Ouch)<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 - 24/24<br/>AC - 17<br/>CMD - 17<br/><br/>Yumina - Female Feline fighter<br/>HP - 28/28<br/>AC - 10 (Ouch, no armor, AND charged! D:)<br/>CMD - 19<br/><br/>Aniel - Female Half-dragon Sorcerer<br/>HP - 5/24<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 ))