<span style="font-weight: bold">All</span><br/><br/>The possessed-drow don’t even notice the stealthy dragoness and naganinja spying upon them - they howl and laugh as they leap forward into battle. Arrows flash from the snipers overhead, but only one strikes home, and the possessed drowess barely seems to notice the shaft protruding from her thigh.<br/><br/>The dridder snarls, sticky web spewing from her abdomen, entangling one of the possessed drow women, who falls in an entangling mess of sticky, sweet-smelling web. She’s easily within striking distance of where Aviana and Eurikova are concealed, and her struggles are only wafting her web-seasoned scent to your nostrils - and she smells delicious.<br/><br/>The other two possessed drow virtually ignore the loss of their comrade, pouncing forward on the dridder, swords in hand. The dridder draws her sword, a weapon that looks more used to fabricworking than battle, and clumsily blocks the male-possessed-drow’s blow, but the female-possessed-drow’s blade strikes a nasty blow against her flesh. The dridder screams and twitches, and it seems like she’s outlined in bright white light, a bright light that the drow’s longsword seems to be sucking away, leaving the dridder frozen whilst it does so… and the drowess’s mouth is already beginning to gape, the pale pink of her mouth a stack contrast to the grey of her skin...<br/><br/>Eastern-Dridder: HP162/172, Immobilised<br/>Western-Drow-Warrior 1: HP122/122, Immobilised