<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status = New mom of various loathsome beasts</div><div class="spoiler_body">In "microbreastplate" with lovely skirt and nipples exposed (AC+6, max +4 dex bonus, armor check penalty -2, 15% arcane spell failure)<br/>(Armor training, Arcane armor training (requires swift action to reduce spell failure chance, included above))<br/>Nipple hoops (AC+4)<br/>AC 28 (touch 22, flat-footed 24, -2 against improvised weapons)<br/>SR 19 (Spell Resistance, miniskirt)<br/>HP 86/105<br/>CMB: 9<br/>CMD: 23 (10 + Base + Dex) (21 against dirty tricks, Naive)<br/><br/>Spells remaining: 6 of 7 1st, 6 of 6 2nd, 3 of 4 3rd<br/>Without bonded object, need Concentration (+10 vs. DC = 20 + spell level) to cast<br/>Longbow +1<br/><br/>Effects: <em>shield</em> (6 minutes, blocks <em>magic missile</em>, +4 AC (included above)<br/></div></div><br/>The horrid creature seemed confused, maybe hurt, by her rejection... but it completely failed to get the message.  It came back, and again... angrier now, but no less randy.  It was like it was in heat - no, like<em>she</em>was in heat, Rae-lynne's knowledge came through a little.  And she sort of was; she was certainly soaked, and so overstimulated and raw-nerved that every little contact of her "puppy"'s cock with her inner thigh sent a tremor through her.<br/><br/>But she wasn't so lost that she couldn't be surprised when the creature went flying.  She couldn't jump with surprise, but she was completely astonished by Youmu's sudden appearance.  And embarrassed, but just barely - she was<em>pretty</em>far gone by then.  Certainly it was a good thing the swordswoman was lifting her up - without that boost, Rayne probably wouldn't have made it to her feet.  She wobbled there, taking the bow and promptly using it as a stick to help steady her stance.  "I... uhhhm..." she coughed, bubbles of demon-seed escaping her lips.  "'K.  Elevator.  But... uhh... Harpy too, if... you can?"  Rayne followed Youmu's glance upward.  It would be the decent thing to do, saving the harpy from this terrible fate, but... she couldn't do much to help, and it wouldn't do to risk Youmu more than necessary.  She could leave that judgement call to the swordswoman, who was in far better condition to think, and act.<br/><br/>Rayne lurched toward the elevator, groaning at the protest from her pussy and ass, but picking up speed a little.  She might even be able to stand on the elevator, and perhaps take a shot or two, if all went well.  The Announcer... Rayne glanced up again, shivered, and clutched at her dripping, gaping lips.  But they couldn't save everyone... and surely the Announcer must be complicit in how this arena ran, and so in keeping Rayne and Sylvia prisoner, knowing who they were.  Rayne was... apparently not quite so innocent and pure anymore, in more ways than one, as she decided her own safety was worth leaving that other PC to her terrible fate.<br/><br/>She pulled the lever as soon as she judged Youmu could get back here with Sylvia.  Or Sylvia and the harpy... Rayne kept a watchful eye on Colossus, ready to pull regardless if he started interfering!  But she wouldn't leave Sylvia, no matter what.