There was the briefest of moments as Evelyn thought she might have actually succeeded in her assault. Perhaps the application of the power of the goddess in the right circumstances was enough to turn the tides...<br/><br/>But that hope is crushed quickly as the dark god reforms his wicked essence. There's a feeling that she actually managed to hurt him somehow, enough to actually get his attention...which was not a good thing for our poor heroine. The second blast of eldritch cold was enoguh to drop her to her knees, unable to muster any further offense, or even defense when it comes down to it. The tentacle assault comes next, lashing out at her, knocking her to the ground before grasping around her body, the acidic secretions already dissolving her armor. She was still helpless as she was raised up in Tenebrax's grasp, displayed for the remains of the city to see, the fallen champion shown like a trophy. Her fate felt like it was sealed, even if he hadn't yet started to inflict his violations upon her. It doesn't take long for him to claim her, forcing his tendrils deep inside her body, taking her like no man has...or could. She couldn't even cry out, not with her mouth and throat being so abused. And like her dreams before the intense pain is mingled with a dark pleasure, one she couldn't afford to give in to. But how could she fight off a god?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Save?</div><div class="spoiler_body">11! 1 success, baby!</div></div>