<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/>Scarcely believing her luck, Rayne moved; there was a moment's trepidation with the thought of being crushed between the machine and the remains of the stairwell, but then she was past, and accelerating.  She had been so sure the axe would strike - she shuddered at the thought.  There was no pain here, thankfully, but she still found the odd feeling of a blade biting into her unpleasant, and this would have been deep at least, or right through.   She shuddered again, looked back from the doorway, and watched the golem resolve its internal conflict by ejecting its fearful "pilot", or whatever role Grogza played.  The quantity of cum flowing out with her was incredible, and made her slippery so she seemed to slurp out like a floppy, slick doll.  The poor thing had been inside the machine considerably longer than Lizzy too... but she still lived, Rayne thought, before taking to her heels and racing down the street.<br/><br/>She was quite confident she could outpace the golem, and her experience with hiding had been less than successful, so she opted for safety in speed.  She would turn at the first corner, and attempt to make her way back if she had a sufficient lead... she guessed this sort of construct was no great champion in the brains department, so hopefully it would not think to return to the others, lying in wait for the returning half-elf.<br/>