<blockquote><div><cite>Crazy (tasty) redhead wrote:</cite>  "Wait- do I smell... gunpowder?!" </div></blockquote>As Delia's song fades away, there's a distinct tightening of her jawline. As much as she loved heat (far more than cold, that is for certain), the thought of the seemingly crazy pyromaniac girl with access to a hold filled with gunpowder was hardly the most comforting thought she could have had. Fire was fine - but a ship exploding and sinking WHILE on fire...when she was ON it, well, that was an entirely different story. She could swim, sure, but she didn't want to chance generosity of water-dwelling creatures when they saw something tasty floundering around on the surface.<br/><br/>The little fight in the hallway was over in the span of a a quarter-minute, which was fine by her. The faster they moved, the less time others were given to prepare for their coming, and the less opportunity for the alarm to be raised before they'd overwhelmed the majority of the guards aboard the ship. Again, she wished she'd thought to ask her charmed guard how many there were, but it mattered little - a dozen or a hundred, they had to either fight through them all or break their morale so they gave up and hoped for mercy. The alternative was going back into their cells, and working their last few months of life slaving at the mines.<br/><br/>Not happening.<br/><br/>"Well, looks li--oh. " Delia's ultimatum to the last guard proves to be unneeded, as Chira takes it upon herself to descend upon the poor man, grabbing him in her arms and hoisting him up, stuffing his head right between her lips. It's a matter of moment before he's half engulfed, leaving Delia watching with a mixture of awe and maybe just a hint of jealousy. Well...there would be others. If nothing else, she still had her little backup plan hidden away in her cell, a quick snack that'd go a long way to making her feel better. Xarius' praise, even split between herself and Mona, is not entirely unnoticed either, and Delia perks up just a little bit at the first compliment she'd gotten in a while "Hmmhmm...well, can't let anyone get hurt, right?"<br/><br/>The succubus squints her eyes a little bit as Xarius performs his own miracle, stepping in to touch the centaur to further heal the nasty wound she'd sustained. The holy light emanating from his fingertips was a little unpleasant to look at, and admittedly, it felt a little...'strange' being around it, but in the same vein, it served much the same purpose as her own magics. Fixing what needed to be fixed - in this case, the big, meaty centaur that was good at being the center of attention "Full of surprises, kitty..." She whispers, once more taking a few steps back to distance herself from what she perceived as the 'front line'<br/><br/>"Let's...move on. Before firey accidents happen with gunpowder. The last thing we need is to get blown sky-high before we ever reach the main deck. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve when the time comes - for now, just...trust whatever you feel from me, mm?" Taking a glance down at the wounded rat-man, Delia 'hmms' lightly to herself. She was not particularly concerned about him, and as much as she wanted to keep a few of the 'less sword-happy' individuals around as servants and cleaners, he was not quite worth the energy to try and save, not when she was already so weak. Instead, Delia just kneels down and rips off a small bit of cloth from her already skimpy pants, tactfully revealing just a bit more of her lusciously curved rump. The cloth, though, goes to use in sticking across the rat-man's midsection, not quite tied down, but enough to at least partially staunch the flow of blood from his cut "Mm...good enough. Lets move on, shall we?"<br/><br/><br/>((Delia tries to heal the rat-man...gets a 12<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/413756">Heals of the rat!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20-1</span><span style="font-weight: bold">12</span><br/><br/>So, no effect. x3 ))