Though her finger remains outstretched at Thygor, willing the magical effect of her spell to overtake the large reptile, Aniel's attention shifts more fully to Johan at his rather...enticing comment. She was not so foolish as to try to force a sword-swinging mercenary down her throat, however much she actually wanted to do just that, but the offer was so amazingly TEMPTING. She was quick enough to judge he was only, perhaps, six or so inches taller than she was. Her stomach was not exactly capable of fitting down too much food, but a human who was only a little taller and wider than herself? It was a close fit, but one she knew she'd be able to handle, with a little cramming. As much as she wanted to eat him though - ooohh, and she really, REALLY did - she couldn't put those under her temporary command at any more risk. These two were dangerous, and Shodon was a good show of just how dangerous they were, and how quickly they could be it.<br/><br/>Maybe she should have attempted to put the human to sleep first. A few moments getting him out of that armor, and then he'd have a nice awakening deep inside of her stomach, devoid of armor, weapons, and hope.<br/><br/>It was too late to focus on 'should haves', though - she could feel the magic of her spell coalescing in the air around the, spikey reptile, and with only a few more moments of concentration, it would settle in, creating a nice, thick fog of sleep over the rampaging thing's mind...<br/><br/>She never even notices Cyria, not until it is far too late. Her first indication the spider-girl is even there comes in the form of a thin rope of silk draping it's way across her uplifted arms. Staring blankly, she doesn't even fully register the first strands of silk, before the next one drapes over her head, then her shoulders and wings. Cyria had not shot off target after all, and with gratifying quickness, her flung silk begins to wrap up the stunned draconic girl, especially around her wings which seems to have taken the heaviest concentration of silk "Gaah! What..?!" Beating her wings against the sticky strands of surprisingly strong silk, Aniel does nothing to free herself. In fact, she only makes her situation worse, the silken strands wrapping around her wings and tail, sticking to her neck and shoulders, and pretty well pinning her in pace, stuck to herself every bit as much as the webbing sticks her to the ground "Nnnggyaah...there's another one!"<br/><br/>((Concentration check to avoid losing her sleep spell!<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260391">Concentration vs entangle! D: Oh noes!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">27</span>Erk. Glad I used that 20 there instead of on a sword strike. x.x That'd hurt.<br/><br/>Aniel keeps her spell!))<br/><br/>Cyria feels the dragon-girl's eyes bore into her, peering through the webbing in her direction "There! Back of the house! Acht...patooey! Errgh, webs...LITALA!! YUMINA!! GET OUT HERE NOOOOW! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! KILL--"<br/><br/>*Twaaang!*<br/><br/>*Kathunk*<br/><br/>The pain doesn't even register at first. In fact, that she'd been SHOT seems to just blow her mind. Yet, the evidence was right there. A bright-red, sticky arrow tip, jutting from her forearm, sunken in halfway up to the feathered end.  She'd been...shot? From where...?<br/><br/>Eyes lifting upwards, she spots Asara for the first time, the bow in her hands still hefted in her direction. A naga? A naga had...shot her. In the arm...<br/><br/>Finally, the pain registers like a tidal wave, and she actually sinks down onto her knees, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes "Ahhhh! S-she shot me! Ugn...t-there's too many of them!  LITALA!! YUMINAAAAAA!!! WE NEED YOU!" She cries again, her voice taking on the very slightest edges of panic. It seemed as though she were not especially used to being on the 'recieveing end' of a painful exchange, or perhaps the shock of being shot, mixed with the sight of her own group getting so badly injured around her, was finally starting to take it's toll.<br/><br/>((Concentration check vs. damage!<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260392">Concentration vs. shot from bow! D:</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">19</span>))<br/><br/>Still, though sheer force of willpower, the dragonic girl keeps her 'good hand' lifted and pointed straight at Thygor, working the magical energy like a vortex around the big reptile's mind....<br/><br/>((I can't believe she made both checks. This has been a high-rolling fight for both sides. x3 Thygor, you officially fall asleep now! Though, I'm giving you your action for this round, and we'll just assume...the spell takes effect as soon as you bite at Henriette! x3 ))<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Round 2...Fight! </span><br/><br/>Aniel was not the only one who seemed to be enflamed by Johan's words. Surprisingly enough, the human girl, likely only a year or two his junior, who'd just slammed her blade into his back reaches out a hand and slips her fingers into the back neck-cuff of his armor. With a little jerk, Johan finds himself pulled back against her chest, her voice - soft, menacing, but sweet as sugar all the same - practically a whisper in his ear.<br/><br/>"It's not often I eat my own kind. With an offer like that ,though, how can I pass it up? Say ahh-AHHHHHHH!!!" Thygor's shift in attention from Shodon to her takes her entirely by surprise, and she never even manages to lift her blade to block, or even ATTEMPT to dodge out of the way, before his blade has cut deeply into her side, opening up a bright red gash along the entirety of the left side of her ribs. Grunting at the sudden assault, Henriette releases Johan's armor and stumbles backwards, only BARELY ducking under the vicious bite of the dragon's jaws as he follows up his blade attack, seeking a taste of her soft, mostly-uncovered flesh.<br/><br/>Thygor gets a brief 'taste' of her hair, a single strand finding it's way between his jaws at the bite, and oooohhh how much it leaves him WANTING. Though she was scarred from numerous cuts and injuries sustained in who knows how many skirmishes, it did absolutely nothing to detract of the soft, heavenly flavor of her body, a body that smelled so enticing, so filling...<br/><br/>It'll make a wonderful dream!<br/><br/>((Thunk! Thygor goes nighty-night. Remember, it only takes a standard action of "Kicking him around" Or whatever to wake him. :3 ))<br/><br/>With the dragon down for the count, at least for the moment, that only leaves Johan in the immediate vicinity. Shodon, seemingly having had enough of the fight and having trouble even staying on his feet, backpedals away closer to Aniel, who immediately begins to cry out "SHODON! Get me out of this web! Nnggha, I can't move! I was shot! I was SHOT!"<br/><br/>Though barely able to even stay on his feet, Shodon stops and begins to wordlessly pull at the silken bindings, panting with exhertion, his hands shaking at the effort of even pulling away the sticky strands of webbing. He was CERTAINLY not looking good, his leather jacket and leggings stained red with far too much of his own lifeblood.<br/><br/>((Poison resist!<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260450">Poison save again!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">25</span>Another 20...<img alt="&gt;.&gt;" src="./images/smilies/shifty.gif" title="Shifty eyes"/>Well, Shodon resisted the poison this time. Though, with two HP, I expect he's pretty well out of the fight anyway, unless someone directly comes in and tries to finish him off. x3 ))<br/><br/>(( Now, to break that webbing...<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260451">Strength check to break webbing!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+3</span><span style="font-weight: bold">9</span><br/><br/>Nope! Aniel remains as entrapped as ever in Cyria's web! A bad place to be, when spiders are about. x3 ))<br/><br/>Panting heavily, Shodon strains against the web, trying to tear it away from Aniel's entrapped form. Alas, he does not even have the physical strength remaining to pull it off of her, much less actually break the stretchty strands enough to allow her to work herself free "Gah..c-can't, Aniel. Gotsa do it on y'own. Gotta pull back, or I'm gonna collapse on the spot..."<br/><br/>Aniel's eyes widen in shock at the revelation. He was just going to LEAVE her in the SPIDERWEB?! She was not particularly scared of spiders, but at that moment, she felt very much like a fly, in a position no fly should ever find itself wanting to be in "No! Shodon! Wait! You HAVE to get me out of this! What if someone comes at me?! I CAN'T MOVE! SHODON! My arm! Shodon, I can't work my arm! GET ME OUT!" Despite her desperate please, Shodon - with a apologetic look - backpedals to the point he's standing with his back against the side of the house, simply watching the fight, praying for his vision to clear, or his overly-labored heartbeat to somehow steady itself. He felt on the verge of collapse, and were a stiff breeze to come up at that moment, he likely would.<br/><br/>Lucan, the moment the big reptile goes down, shifts his attention from Henriette, to the naga. On one side, Henriette had been hurt, but she was a tough girl - she could take the armored fellow down easily enough, he was confident of that. The naga, though, had shot Aniel....gah. His role in the group was a flanker, a harrier...maybe once they'd dropped the human fellow, both he AND Henriette could gang up on the spider and snake....<br/><br/>Circling around Thygor's calmly snoozing body, Lucan draws in close to Johan, feints once, twice, then jabs downwards towards his thigh, seeking to hobble him, much like he'd attempted with Thygor...<br/><br/>(( Attack at Johan...<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260459">Flanking with Henriette!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">18</span><br/><br/>Lucan misses, but only by a hair!))<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Scrrrrrtch! </span><br/><br/>Johan feels the impact of the blade on his thigh, feels the tip of the weapon bite into the metal, but it does not quite manage to penetrate. Still, he feels the horrible grating sensation of the blade's edge drawing across the entirety of his thigh, a blow that - had it not been for his armor - would have likely been crippling.<br/><br/>The momentary distraction, though, is just enough time for the human girl to slip in more fully behind him, and again, Johan finds himself pinned between two combatants. Lifting her blade straight up over her head, Henriette slams it downwards in a huge overhead chop. With a mixture of luck and skill, Johan manages to lift his own far more slender blade and turn the wild chop just slightly to the side, skidding it off his chestplate, but she immediently returns with a upwards-cross slash across his chest, this one biting through his armor and catching the underside of his arm, sending another wave of pain shooting throughout his body.<br/><br/>(( Henriette attacks!<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260460">Flanking with Lucan!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">21</span><br/><br/>Eek..she hit again. D:<br/><br/>Damage of...<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260462">Greatsword again! &gt;_&lt;</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2d6+4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">11</span><br/><br/>))<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Throw your weapon down, NOW." Henriette hisses under her breath, staggering unsteadily from her own wound "Call off your people, and maybe you'll survive this. I won't even eat you. Maybe the naga, though. Always loved noodles. Call them off now, and you can at least save yourself!"<br/><br/><br/>Almost in a panic now, Aniel begins to once more focus on another spell, trying to calm her breathing, trying to ignore the pain in her arm, trying to simply...breathe deep. Refocus. Draw her magic in...<br/><br/>(( Concentration check against Cyria's web<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260467">Concentration check (Magic missle)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">25</span><br/><br/>Eesh...<img alt="&gt;.&gt;" src="./images/smilies/shifty.gif" title="Shifty eyes"/>They're getting lucky with rolls.  ))<br/><br/>By the gods, her arm hurt. It was absolutely TERRIFYING being encased in so much silk, feeling so horribly helpless. Yet, if she didn't do SOMETHING...well, she really did not want to think about what might happen if either the naga or the drider closed on her in her less-than-ideal state, wrapped up in so much sticky, binding silk. More out of fear than anything else, Aniel forces her hand upwards, pointing at Cyria "<span style="font-style: italic">Missia Mosolo! </span>"<br/><br/>Two swirling bolts of energy fly from her fingertips, swirling through the air only to impact heavily against Cyria's spider-like abdomen...<br/><br/>((Damage of...<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260468">Magic missle damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2d4+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">9</span>to Cyria! ))<br/><br/><br/>When Asara pops up to take her shot at the dragon-girl, Crysanthemum bites her lower lip. Oh goodness, what was she supposed to do? She could go swing her sword at the catboy, but she'd never been the most...impressive combatant. On the other hand, maybe she could provide a distraction, something to give Johan a little bit of and advantage against the two.<br/><br/>Her answer comes quickly enough, when Johan suffers a SECOND blow from the strong-looking human woman. Noting the red staining her blade, Crysanthemum makes her up mind in the span of a single breath, jumping to her feet  "By the goddess, may your healing light decend upon us during our greatest plight..." Fingertips glowing, she darts in to lightly touch Johan on the shoulder, the soothing warmth of magical healing energy trickling throughout his new wound, bringing with it newfound strength to continue the fight. Of course, it also put the clerical human in a pretty rough spot, rather close to being right between Lucan and Henriette, herself...<br/><br/>((Crysanthemum casts 'Cure light wounds' on Johan!<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/260479">Healing Johan!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">5</span><br/><br/>Johan is healed 5 damage! ^_^ ))<br/><br/><br/><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 - 13/28<br/>AC - 16<br/>CMD - 18<br/><br/>Litala - Female wild elf barbarian<br/>HP - 15/32<br/>AC - 15<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 - 12 (Ouch, no armor! D:)<br/>CMD - 19<br/><br/>Aniel - Female Half-dragon Sorcerer<br/>HP - 18/24<br/>AC - 14 (-2 from entangled!)<br/>CMD - 12 (-2 from entangled!) (If mage armor actually adds to this, 16. I'm unsure on that, myself....<img alt="&gt;.&gt;" src="./images/smilies/shifty.gif" title="Shifty eyes"/>)<br/><br/>Meera - Female Neko "Sorta-Monk"<br/>HP - 33/33<br/>AC - 20<br/>CMD - 20<br/><br/>Actil - Unknown<br/><br/>))<br/><br/><br/>((Since Thygor is helpless, I know a 'Coup De Grace' seems to be the thing to do. Anything that is 'insta-death' just feel sooooooo lame, though.<img alt=":(" src="./images/smilies/sad.gif" title="Sad"/>I'll never do it. x3 Spells included. Of course, a 'Vore de Grace' might be a thing...I'm not sure. x3 Wouldn't instantly kill you, of course, but could prevent you from escaping very well. I'll think on it! Just, yeah, I'm never gonna do super silly stuff like coup-de-grace.<img alt="&gt;.&gt;" src="./images/smilies/shifty.gif" title="Shifty eyes"/>Of course, that doesn't prevent you from doing it to NPCs at all! ^_^))<br/><br/><br/>((Thygor has acted, leaving Asara/Cyria/Johan left to go this round!))