The two fiends practically stumble about so that they both flank the human, and then they both lash out. Each flicks a limb out that splits into three long, barbed tentacles, and for the most part, they both strike. Four tentacles, one from each, strike, piercing her skin and slashing her clothing, leaving angry red welts behind in their wake, but she almost instinctively strikes them at the same time, her blade flicking back and forth. The first takes a cut, but the second does not, nimbly avoiding the sabre.<br/><br/>She then adopts a low stance, and whirls the sabre around in a neat circle, heat and light reflecting off the sword as it hits both with a sickening thwack. They then decide to get smart, one grabbing her around the waist from behind, even though she strikes it rapidly as it does, the other reaching out and hitting the sword with its hand. The hand cuts, bursting into tentacles and wrapping around the blade, trying to pull it free. However, she seems to be doing okay at holding on.<br/><br/>This is when Alaedra leaps in, her form distorted and hard to make out exactly. The chain whirls through the air twice, winding quickly and leaving a trail of electric sparks behind. Twice it hits , crackling, and the fiend drops, shredded. It breaks apart as it falls, appearing as no less than sixteen child-sized forms of itself, scattered about the floor and bleeding. The human takes this opportunity to strike against her attacker reflexively,  angering it. It then splits in half again, though is still fairly big, and they divide, one attacking her still, the other leaping out at Alaedra - or what it can make of her. It catches not one but two attacks in the process, getting sliced with the sabre and chain.<br/><br/>It never reaches the drow. Put down by the injuries, it also splits apart, into eight, which collapse to the ground in a heap. The floor is practically covered in bodies now. The last remaining one does get a single hit in against the human, shredding her trousers and revealing very plain white knickers underneath. She turns and retaliates, cutting the head off in one fluid motion. The head is already another corpse by the time it hits the ground, and the rest of the body splits into seven more. A total of thirty two corpses are lying on the ground, dripping blood in a disgusting mess.<br/><br/>"Thank you for your assistance, comrade. I might have been killed."<br/><br/>The creature behind the counter slowly opens its eyes, as though forced to acknowledge that it has a job.