<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC 18   HP 61 of 83     Skirt &amp; outfit generally damaged, but armour intact.<br/>Spells remaining: 7 of 7 1st, 4 of 4 2nd, 1 of 1 from bonded object<br/>Ammunition remaining: 22 common arrows (+36 more in pack), 15 silvered, 20 cold iron, 3 Tangleshot, 1 Flare (for extraction)<br/></div></div><br/>Rayne winced, then opened her eyes again to watch the aftermath of the cage's tumble.  She could have put an arrow through the parrots, but it was much too late.  The iron maiden stormed into - or through - the store, a new axe making her realize the thing was somehow, apparently, drawing on the nature of its victims.  Did this mean Grogza was still inside?  It seemed likely, since the door was closed, cum still pouring from around it.  "Oh, Grogza" she thought - but she was already moving.  Rayne leaped up from hiding - there was no chance of getting Lizzy in time, so she had to hope the construct would fixate on the obvious threat, ignoring the unconscious, cum-coated girl.<br/><br/>It was to protect Lizzy that Rayne chose what she would otherwise have considered the worse path.  The front door would have drawn the monster right past - or over - the prone little witch.  The stairway was to the side, and could draw the terrible, barbarian-powered machine away from Lizzy's still form.<br/><br/>So Rayne sprinted, dashing madly for the stairwell, praying that the iron maiden would indeed fail to make it down the stairs.  If there had been a way to trap it, with all these cages - but there had been no time to devise some trap, and she doubted there were many cages strong enough to contain something so strong.  Now she could only hope to escape, herself, and return for Lizzy when the machine lost interest.  Maybe it would take a moment to dispatch those damned parrots, she hoped.<br/>