<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Progress Bars</div><div class="spoiler_body">Goons AC 7 19/24<br/>Big Worthy (Magical) AC 3, has 17/20 HD<br/>Autohits Carlos for 7 points...target changes next attack.<br/>Mob vs. Sophie...17 (miss)<br/>Mob vs. Irina...9 (miss)<br/>Mob vs. Jennifer...20.  Roll override by Sophronia's Luck becomes a 19...(miss)<br/>Mob vs Willard...29.  Damage is 2HD.  Alas poor Willy, we hardly knew ye...</div></div><br/><strong>Carlos</strong>,  the mighty monstrosity delivers a nasty backhand that throws you the length of the cavern and causes you to impact the far wall with a bone-jarring thump!  That...fucking...<em>hurt</em>! The good news is that you have his entire attention during your flight, as if it wants to make sure it sees you fall and stay down.<br/><br/><strong>Irina</strong>, your claws leave deep gashes in the Ogre's skull as you pass nimbly overhead and land behind it.  Regrettably, it does not appear to bleed.  Up close, it reeks of sodden earth, damp with foul fluids best left unnamed.  The sense of wrongness you felt earlier spikes strongly enough to make your stomach lurch.<br/><br/><strong>Soph</strong>, you have made it to the side of the altar, leaving sword-cloven minions and loosely flapping strings of Fate in your wake as you twist the fortunes of all around you.  A moment later and you<em>know</em>that you have just saved one of your compatriots from injury...sadly not poor Carlos, for something about the beastie is awfully hard to pin down.  Maybe it's because it's like you?  Or perhaps there is something else at work.<br/><br/>In the meantime, the woman bound on the altar is not the blushing virgin you might expect--she's older, maybe mid-forties, definitely First Nations, and what's left of her clothing looks like a biker jacket and army fatigues.  A handsome woman, if a bit careworn.  Mercifully she is not currently awake.<br/><br/><strong>Jenny</strong>, you have about two seconds to realize that you are well and truly fucked without lube when two things happen. First, the massive monstrosity seems to ignore you completely.  That rocky tree-trunk sized arm whizzes just past your head to connect with Carlos and send him flying.  This just leaves the field open for the minions who close on you and you know this is gonna really suck.  And yet...<br/><br/>And yet.<br/><br/>You do not know how.  You do not know why.  But even though there is no way these crude earthen dummies could possibly miss, could in no way end up entangled with each other at the critical moment, that is what occurs.<br/><br/>You aren't quite sure what Willard is up to, but he's ducking and dodging the Mob on his way to that gate like a running back on speed!  He's fast.  He's greased lightning.  He's gonna make it!  Only he doesn't.  One of the minions body checks him and you hear him shriek as his arm is grabbed and wrenched, and then he disappears from view under a wave of the faceless ones.  If there is any mercy in this, his screams do not last very long.  Not long at all.<br/><br/><em>Round Two, go!</em><br/>