Morgash staggered back against the balconey railing, barely on his feet and his senses reeling, his body feeling as though it were on fire. The wounded centipede scampered forward, its fore half clambering up his legs. The mandibles chomped down on his side, a spurt of blood fanning out from the beleaguered hobgoblin.<br/><br/>The witch cocked a bolt in her crossbow, taking aim at the staggering opponent, and fired. Despite his dazed condition, some subconscious part of Morgash's brain was still alert and his left arm flicked out, his wrist deflecting the bolt neatly.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Red was still facing off with the animated chain, staying on her toes as the chain weaved slowly in the air before her. The chain suddenly shot out, and she shifted to the left, but it caught her right wrist, wrapping around it quickly. The chain suddenly jerked ceilingward pulling her arm upward and taking her up on her toes as she cried out.