As Celrie looks on at the hungry gator barreling down upon her, the beast's nostrils flaring, jaws spreading wide, her worries are momentarily alleviated as a solid hunk of goop splatters against the creature's flank. Spreading across it's body, adhering to it's jaws and underbelly as the gator hisses and grunts, struggling against the substance. "Ooooh now your a gooey gator!" Celrie chimes in with a giggle. Her attention would shift to Arcea, worried for her kitty, as despite being confident in her abilities, she was up against a mechanized scrap heap, and a teleporting gator of all things. A combination of foes, that no amount of training could prepare her for. "Kitty behind you!" Celrie finds herself calling out. Clasping her hands over her mouth as the gator lunges to attack. Yet it's stopped dead in it's tracks by a well placed thrust of the felines sword. Arcea wasn't out of danger quite yet however, as the rusted mass of piloted machinery comes crashing down upon her, the elf winces from a safe distance, A deafening clang of metal is heard as the bandit mech colides with Arcea's raised shield. The smoke from his contraption momentarily obscuring Celrie's vision, yet as it clears Arcea stands tall, holding her ground against the might of the bandit's machine. "Arcea your amazing!" Celrie calls out, smiling wide, as she clasps her hands together before her heart. It was beating quite rapidly, as she was both excited to see the catgirl was well, and also couldn't help but admire her strength. To imagine how good it shall feel to be held in her arms after the battle was over, to explore every inch of her toned, attractive body with the tender touch of her hands...lips, and possibly even her tongue.<br/><br/>Celrie blushes as her mind begins to wander to naughtier places, the hiss of the nearby gator breaking her from her reverie. "Oh!" she gasps, her vision filling with the sight of the hungry predator's an open maw, jaws struggling to spread against the sticky strands of goop that surround and cover it, stretching and straining as it lunges out at her ankle. "No biting!" she squeals, jumping back away from it's reach as it's deadly teeth clamp shut on open air. Celrie quickly lashing out with a counter attack of her own. "You really shoulda kept your pets on their leash..." she calls to the chubby coon who'd been tending to them, just as the image of a wispy pink crocodile rushing through the air, jaws parting to snap down against the muzzle of the goopy gator, exploding in a dazzling display, while unleashing the same destructive force that'd sent the rifle totting coon flying upon impact.<br/><br/><br/>[[ spending 2 more power points from her necklace to cast a 3d6 dmg bolt on the gator. ]]<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/358345">gator pews</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d12</span><span style="font-weight: bold">8</span><br/><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/358348">gator pew dmg (raised)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">12</span>