<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/>With difficulty, Rayne managed to focus on her reading, even as she noted the fluid pouring past the iron maiden's door... such a quantity there must be in there, and Lizzy... no, she couldn't think about that now.  Lizzy would be fine... fine!  The half-elf finished reciting the scroll, triggering its arcane energy - she slapped the golem's side, and watched as... nothing happened.  "Shrink!" she commanded, futilely, as beside her Grogza managed a beautiful strike using all of her skill and strength.  It wasn't enough to knock the door open, however, and aside from the dent, and the ear-shaking clang, the most obvious effect was a new surge of creamy fluid from under the door as if a seal was loosened.  Rayne shouldn't have looked at it, dismayed... as now the monster moved.<br/><br/>She crumpled around that arm then flew backwards, arms and legs trailing, to strike a wall and break through, to fold in the opposite direction, back arched back painfully and arms outflung as she smashed onto, then through, the concealed chest.<br/><br/>Her own bow flew from her grip, and she couldn't even voice her pain and confusion, the monster's first strike having driven the air from her.  Now she sprawled, dazed, as weapons flew in all directions as if spring-loaded within the chest - impossibly many, and it was her good fortune that only a couple of the lighter ones struck her glancing blows as they careened away.<br/><br/>She stared blurry-eyed as Grogza joined her, then with the half-orc's "help" - really, Rayne contributed nothing - she found herself on her feet again, though swaying.  Only for a moment, though, as the metallic beast clanged menacingly, and Grogza reminded Rayne why they had to fight.  Of course the barbarian was especially sensitive about the thought of someone being collared - but it brought Rayne back to the present, and she quickly began scrambling through weapons, searching for a light blade that might actually pierce an iron construct.<br/><br/>"Ahah!" she finally called out, triumphant, a gleaming rapier in hand.  "Construct bane, I think... Lizzy, we're coming for you!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Appraise: 1d20a5 Result: <strong>22</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=67210)  I said I'd mastered the dicebot!<br/></div></div>