<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;">Happy to be here, and heh, thanks!  <img alt=":wink:" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/></div></div></div><br/><br/>Seeing Dalin seize brought a smile to Asulf's face, that was one out of the fight, maybe he could even get a meal himself..<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Teran wrote:</cite>omnomnomnom</div></blockquote><br/><br/>..or maybe Teran could. There were plenty of more targets after all, and besides, it almost looked like they'd used<span style="font-style: italic">team work and tactics!</span>Despite neither having said a word to each other about a battle strategy. Surely that'd demoralize their foes, they'd know they weren't dealing with just any Blades, but what clearly were the elite, which is why they'd-<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Enemies wrote:</cite>Arrows! Missiles!</div></blockquote><br/><br/>-started shooting him!<br/><br/>Asulf blinked and ducked behind his shield as he heard the whistling of an arrow, the impact ringing up through his arm as his shield shuddered, the arrow darting past his ear. He flicked it, glad to have it in one piece still, and swiveled it towards the arrow's source, catching the 'sit' command from the archer. Both the taunt and the threat her bow poses elevated the elf as a target in Asulf's mind, but he was quickly interrupted again as a pair of ethereal bolts slammed into his chest, feeling much like getting punched from two directions at once. As he grunted in pain and stumbled back he quickly realized the source of his pain - and the injury reminds him that the mage is very much still the most dangerous foe on the field. Or could be. He had no way of knowing if she was just bidding her time or if a magic missile was truly the best she had to offer after that last stunt that'd sent Cragsplitter... who knows where.<br/><br/>Regardless of who was the biggest threat, he had no desire to be out in the open while he was still considered one. He dashed the rest of the way to table that had once been Ventressa and Laebras' cover but was now where the majority of his comrades had gathered. Keeping himself on the far side of the table and low to make use of it as cover from Hershel and Kaitlyn, though he was more than iffy about how much protection it'd grant him from the elven archer. As safe as he could get in the chaos of battle, Asulf tried to think of his next move, all that was left were the ranged combatants, but one hadn't fired, and so must be waiting for someone to present themselves as a target, so charging in would...<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sunete wrote:</cite> <img alt=":gulp:" src="./images/smilies/munch.gif" title="Eat!"/> </div></blockquote><br/><br/>With only a table seperating himself from Teran and Sunete, it's impossible for the lupin to not overhear Laebras' cries - and it was easy to realize that the tiefling wasn't pleading for her life at the moment, but rather was encouraging the giantess to play with her food. He raised his head, taking in the sight of the giantess towering above him, throat bulging with half of the tiefling's body, writhing in the throes of ecstasy as Sunete took a rather intimate taste of her body. It was a sight that gave Asulf pause, as well as quickened his already racing heart and left him blushing, not enough for it to show through his fur, but enough to make him acutely aware he's doing it. He just couldn't tear himself away however, the sight stirring something in him, and leaving him feeling a bit jealous of the tiefling, imagining himself in her position, legs tightly pinned in the wet, tight embrace of the giantess' throat, that nimble tongue working..<br/><br/>He shakes his head, trying to focus. He had to do something - this battle wasn't going to win itself. But he had no desire to become a pincushion or be blasted with who-knows what spell. His brief distraction gives him an idea however, and he digs into the reserves of his magic, not calling upon one of the prepared and complex patterns of a proper spell, but upon the raw power that most clerics channel to instill a primal<span style="font-style: italic">terror</span>in the undead, reviving sensations that they'd likely not felt in ages. Gathering a measure of it up, he releases it in a howl, throwing his head back and letting out a hunter's call. It was the sort of howl that sent a shiver of terror down the spine of prey animals in dead of night and called down the pack upon those too slow to escape.<br/><br/>And for those Blades with him, it's surprisingly easy to feel at one with that 'pack', and those that still stood against them were naught but prey. It's even easier to feel the deep, intense desire for a live, squirming meal that the call evokes.<br/><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;">Asulf moves to the table and expends a Turn Undead attempt to give a +2 bonus to vore and grapple checks related to vore to his allies, leaving him with 3 left for the day.</div></div></div>