<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Greater Shadow's touch attack</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natural 20! (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=84342)<br/>7 Str damage - the fight is over. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=84345)<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Rayne's first arrow, crackling with lightning, pierced straight through the glittering Greater Shadow and continued on beyond it, leaving a ragged hole in the incorporeal creature's form in its wake. Seeming to realize that the game was up, the Shadow abandoned its lofty perch and swooped down upon Rayne as she drew her starbow back for another shot. The second arrow flew true like the first, tearing another gash in the darkness as though it was a cloak of flimsy fabric, branches and sky above visible through the open wounds in its being that refused to close. It was as good a sign as any that she was wearing it down!<br/><br/>But still it came for her, wispy claws reaching out desperately for her flesh. Would the third arrow be the final shot that put it down? Notched, drawn, released; even under pressure she kept her cool and watched the projectile fly home.<br/><br/>A third rip in the fabric of the Shadow's being, larger than the first two, but still it kept coming and there was no more distance, no more time for just one more shot.<br/><br/>No simple grasping this time, the entire bulk of the dark creature slammed into her bodily. There was no sensation of impact, but her entire body suddenly felt hot and sensitive, as though it had turned into an erogenous zone from head to toe. The chafing of heated mithral against her skin, Dixon's warm flanks between her legs... the last of her strength left her limbs, and her starbow dropped from limp hands to fall onto the barren ground below. The Greater Shadow's touch was burning cold and freezing hot at the same time against her flesh-<br/><br/>Rayne's vision momentarily whited out by a blinding flash, stronger than her own botched starshot before, accompanied by a deafening crack that left her ears ringing for minutes afterwards. A tingling sensation surged through her from head to toe, electric charge coursing through her body, failsafes working to prevent her from feeling actual pain - but those routines didn't block out feelings of stimuation, as though someone had applied an electric jolt directly to her nipples and clit. Which was exactly what had happened, she would soon realize, seeing that the Nymph had not been idle while her attention was focused on the Shadow. The nymph had finished a<em>Call Lightning</em>spell uninterrupted, and called a lightning bolt down directly into the melee.<br/><br/>The Shadow curled up and burned away like a paper aflame, leaving behind nothing more than a small handful of ashes soon scattered into the wind; the lightning bolt had been the coup-de-grace that Rayne's arrow had not. It was also Dixon's finishing blow too, pushing her griffon beyond its limits into unconsciousness, and she found herself falling, falling. Luckily the ground was soft and she was flying low to begin with - as it was, the crash was hard enough, knocking the half-elf out of her saddle and sending her sprawling until she stopped in an undignified heap at the fungal nymph's feet. Her muscles too weak to even lift her head, she got a very close-up view of the soil until a pair of soft hands turned her over.<br/><br/>She found herself looking equally close-up at a mushroom-shaped phallus, fully erect and quivering in front of her lips, shaft pale white and exaggerated mushrooming head vibrant red, growing out between the legs of the fungal-corrupted nymph. It was straddling her face, hands with a firm grip on the archer's hair. The nymph's proportions were perfect, the curves of its hips and waist ideal, bountiful breasts shaped into a pair of teardrops by gravity, though up close the color of its flesh was a mottled alien gray, the gills in the sides of its neck rippled as though underwater, and its eyes were cold and devoid of human compassion. Eyes which were looking down into Rayne's own, making them ache.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Blinding Beauty</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rayne can close her eyes to avoid permanent blindness (no save needed), otherwise make a DC 21 Fort Save.<br/></div></div>