<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/>"Drat - it's trying to hold my weapon, look out!"  Rayne danced free, rapier still in hand, though a second thrust bounced harmlessly off a metal side.  She stayed close, hoping to at least distract the construct while her stronger partner did some actual damage - and was rewarded with a sound like a huge gong as Grogza's hammer hit full-on.  She achieved a second hit too, and she really had had an effect - the electrical power of her hammer was clearly interfering with the iron maiden's mechanisms, though it seemed otherwise little-damaged.  Surely it would recover... but for now: "Good hit, Grogza!  I'll try..." but Rayne's plan was cut off as she saw the towering green-skinned barbarian - dwarfed next to their iron foe - smashed and grappled by two impossibly strong arms.<br/><br/>Rayne thought to rush forward and try helping pull Grogza free, but in another moment chains caught her securely - and the archer felt her helplessness against such strength.  Her rapier could do almost nothing - it certainly wasn't the tool for cutting those chains - and she hesitated, eyes locked on the half-orc's.<br/><br/>So her partner's command found a receptive audience - though how terrible to leave Grogza to, once again, suffer defeat... and who knows what else?  "Grogza, I'm... I'm sorry!  We'll come back for you!"<br/><br/>She hoped that was true, as she spun and darted to the downed crafter, sheathing her rapier in her empty scabbard.  Small consolation for what she was leaving behind - her eyes widened at the thought, and she made a detour to retrieve her bow, slapping it over her back and thanking Grogza's strength - and the electricity's effect - for buying her the time she needed to get Lizzy free.<br/><br/>Yet, for just a fraction of a second, she hesitated again - Lizzy was white, covered with a thick, slimy layer... but Rayne steeled herself and threw her arms around the little girl's waist, surging up and flopping her over the half-elf's shoulder in a fireman's carry.  Fortunately she wasn't too heavy... with the speed of desperation Rayne lurched out of the room, watching Grogza's losing battle... then aimed for the back entrance and retracing steps.  At least the path they had taken was safe, or had been when they took it earlier.  She wasn't going to go all the way back to the now-zombie-infested shop, of course!<br/><br/>She didn't need to go too far... just to get out of sight, looking for the second or third doorway to give some distance, there to huddle in cover and listen for metal footsteps.