Chiros eyes open slowly, and he gently takes Argets hand, seeing he had thrown up from so much tension in the air.  Arget was a survivor, not a full out warrior.  It must be hard to stomach what could be going on.<br/><br/>"I'm rested, Arget.  Sorry to worry you with my need for rest."  He slowly slips up into a crouch, putting a hand on his friends back, rubbing it to help him with his stomach pains.<br/>"Ask them if we can go in, I'm ready, and I know you are."<br/><br/><br/>-----------------<br/><br/>Iln screeched out and struck out with fury, hearing the cry out from Merelli and roared out, "<span style="font-style: italic">Fricia Vervin Brunvil!</span>"<br/><br/>She brought her tail to bear, striking hard out, finding Merellis men approaching and using the break she has made as an entry against their forces, charging electricity once more, firing several lines of lightning across those foolish enough to stay in her field of vision, charging with her 200 pound Cultist Club, striking out against these fools, blinking as she finds the legs have finally ripped away, a Cultist half choked by the Clubs head going down the wrong tube.  She crushes both, jumping forward to attack once more, feeling blades.  She grabbed them both, looking at the blood on them, then to the two morphs, lifting hard, smashing their heads together, and gaining more of a belly from the two.  She uses their heavy blades as her own, striking out, unhindered by her belly.  She was a creature of war right now, mad as hell that someone was going at HER Raice!