<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</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 29 (touch 23, 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 missle</em>, +4 AC (included above)<br/><em>haste</em> (last round, +1 to hit, +1 dodge bonus to AC &amp; reflex, +30 move, one extra attack during full attack) (included above)<br/></div></div><br/>Foiled in her less-than-stellar attempt to goad the demon into rash action, Rayne watched helplessly as Colossus carried right on as if she didn't matter - while the crowd's mood turned perceptibly less favourable.<br/><br/>But her opponent was playing to the crowd... playing with Sylvia, using her for his own and their entertainment, while the poor elf flopped and screamed on the end of Colossus' impressive shaft.  Very impressive, how it supported her with no difficulty - no difficulty for Colossus, but poor Sylvia was certainly in distress.  Though considering her earlier response, Rayne suspected it might be a.... mixed type of distress.<br/><br/>Rayne thought she understood why Sylvia was screaming, then... but when her screaming started up a second time, just as vigorously as the first, the half-elf looked with confusion at her partner, then awestruck horror.  Colossus was gloating, and squeezing Sylvia to speed the process with absolutely no concern for her condition, expecting - correctly - that her body would just give way however much was needed.  It was a fascinating, thoroughly disturbing scene, and then Sylvia somehow "laid" an egg, an egg which hatched almost immediately to give Colossus ... and Sylvia ... an offspring nobody could be proud of.<br/><br/>Rayne's own gasp was echoed around the arena ... she found that perfectly natural, though she was misunderstanding their reaction entirely.  Likewise, when the Announcer blurted out in surprise, Rayne was puzzled - it was too terribly obvious where that oversized egg had come from ... Sylvia's now-oversized snatch.  She looked up, puzzled - and her jaw dropped, flabbergasted but the sight on the main screen.  She stared, then looked at the demon directly - no, that image wasn't real at all.  But it was too much like what she'd asked for to be coincidence.<br/><br/>And, as Sylvia had predicted, Colossus' composure was shattered by the image of himself - even worse for his dignity, no doubt, than it would have been had the image been true.  Sylvia was released - that was good, although Rayne doubted her partner would be able to do much more in this battle.  Especially... Rayne's legs twitched as if to clamp closed... Sylvia still had other eggs to contend with.<br/><br/>However, had Rayne really improved the situation?  Yes, Sylvia was released, but now the demon was coming for Rayne... and she still didn't have a weapon to really harm him.  She was still soaking up the change in his tone, and his crude insult, when fire lanced towards her.  Knowing little about this demon, she took the flame at face value - but perhaps that gave her wings, as she dodged elegantly, and quickly, though not enough to avoid the flames entirely.  She spun, feeling scorching fire brushing her side, and saw it carry on to strike the metal forming the magic circle.<br/><br/>When she spun back, Colossus was gone - she scanned the arena hurriedly, but realized he must be invisible once more.  And getting awfully close, from the sound of wings - she felt an automatic urge to swat away, as if a mosquito was by her ear, but it was a deeper buzz... and getting much louder indeed!<br/><br/>It was too late for the harpy ... could possibly have downed both Ovyphs if she had used her last round of<em>haste</em>to use four arrows.  But at a glance she saw the poor creature suffering a similar fate to Sylvia's... the Ovyph's abdomen curled right under, and a huge ovipositor depositing huge eggs.  And besides, a different idea was tickling at Rayne's consciousness.  Colossus' flame had struck that metal... could it disrupt the magic circle itself?  Perhaps, but then what?  Would the match be stopped, due to the risk to the spectators?<br/><br/>Then that idea was slammed out of the way by another, far simpler, and Rayne actually smacked her forehead.  Whether the ring was cold iron or silver... and she thought cold iron, comparing to the hue of the arrows she normally carried... molten metal was used to give silver coating to arrows, why not cold iron?<br/><br/>It might not work, she realized - for all she knew, melting might destroy the properties of cold iron.  But... maybe not.  It was surely worth a try!<br/><br/>Eschewing the chance to fire, and ignoring the nearness of the demon, Rayne scuttled toward the magic circle, her<em>haste</em>ensuring she could cover the ground and still have an action left to grab a handful of arrows and dunk the tips into the molten metal.  Hopefully the cold iron would still work, hopefully the arrow shafts wouldn't burn away, hopefully this would be enough!<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC &amp; Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Will save: 1d20a6 DC: 21 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=93106) fail<br/>Reflex save: 1d20a10 DC: 21 Result: 30 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=93107) success (20!)<br/><br/>Move: to the circle<br/>Standard action: dip however many arrows she can<br/></div></div>