<blockquote><div><cite>Botch wrote:</cite>"I'm... okay..."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Thank Rubin," Alyssa whispers to herself, breathing a short sigh of relief for Botch - another watch first, no doubt. With her charge safe (or at least safer), she takes her brief moment of respite to re-assess the immediate threats before returning to the fray.<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;">Alyssa spends a move action to check her surroundings for other threats.<br/><br/>Perception: 1d20 (17) + 15 = 32</div></div></div>To her relief, the situation is much stabler than expected; despite the initial panic, most of the citizens seem to retained enough common sense to flee the square, hopefully for some form of sanctuary. In the absence of easy prey in the immediate vicinity, those demons who haven't left in pursuit have set upon the remaining stragglers and festival guards, clearing the streets as the melee condenses into smaller skirmishes that dot the square. The darkness around the dais seems to be clearing slightly as well, enough to make out several figures demonic and otherwise engaged in a surprisingly even battle.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Order even in the face of demonic invasion... how very Prometan,</span>Alyssa thinks to herself. Despite her momentary reassurance, she's under no illusions that the threat has passed; there are still countless demons ravaging the market stalls for stragglers, and despite the priests' best efforts, more are still emerging slowly from the clouds around the dais. Their combined numbers could be enough enough to sway the fight against Prometa if reinforcements don't arrive soon. If there's to be any hope, she and Dagnyr will have to delay them as long as possible... Her course clear, she sets off at a sprint towards the closest invaders, two slime demons-<span style="font-style: italic">make that one,</span>she revises as one of the demons disappears halfway into a wolfish creature's maw - stopping as she passes Botch to take the thief's arm.<br/><br/>"We need to keep the demons occupied until the watch sends reinforcements," she says. "If you're still able to fight, please come with me."