<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)<br/><strong>Nuria (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Nuria)</strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Godlike   <strong>Class:</strong> Immolator Custom (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/9699466/Immolator-custom-v1.1.pdf)   <strong>HP</strong>: 13/20  <hr/></div></div>An exhilarated laugh rang through the dungeon as the sizzling insect dropped to the ground, vermin-flesh cooked underneath its chitin armor. The stench was a foul one, but the one who had caused its spread either didn't notice or didn't care as she twisted the little fire-knives deeper still into the monstrous beetle to ascertain its death.<br/><br/>Sometimes it was good to double-check in battle -- a foe thought beaten stabbing one in the back was never a good thing. Sometimes it wasn't. Nuria had counted on Phelypsis and Sydney to cover her since this was a closed-in fight where they did not have the luxury to spread out and divide the enemy numbers like how it had been against the Bugbears only a few hours ago. She had not expected Sydney's spells to fizzle, necessitating the one who was best able to protect her -- the Anda warrior -- to move accordingly.<br/><br/>Her rips crunched quite alarmingly when the Umberhulk closed its claws around her shoulders. With the crushing implements wrapped around her upper arms, she was unable to follow her first instinct and strike out. A cry of alarm escaped her lips, together with a spray of blood, as it dragged her back. Dragged her underneath its hulking shape.<br/><br/>Nuria's eyes widened as she felt the creature's monstrous dong press into the clef between her buttcheeks. With revulsion rising in her, she took a quick inventory -- broken ribs. She definitely had those. Two of them, if the stinging was any indication. And the damn thing was still holding onto her, crushing the air from her lungs.<br/><br/>She could feel the chitinous ridges on its cock, too. She had taken a stretching earlier just fine, but who knew what sort of mating one had to look forward to from an Umberhulk. Probably not a pleasant one, nor one that left her undamaged. Heck, worst case scenario, those things laid eggs and you had little Umberhulk larvae eating you up from the inside to look forward to.<br/><br/>That wasn't going to happen. The pain welled up inside her and stoked the flame. The creature planned to keep holding onto her and use her like a plaything? More the fool, for Nuria could be as difficult to hold onto as an open flame. With a pained grunt she twisted her arms, knowing all too well that she was probably pulling a muscle or two in the process, and transitioned into a full-on scream as forced herself to grab onto the creature's claws -- to push her flame-knives into it and burn -- burn --- BURN!<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Hack&amp;Slash</strong>, fiery, hand tags:<br/>At 2016-10-02 14:43:38, Nuria (uid: 38603) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95491)<br/><strong>Damage</strong>:<br/>At 2016-10-02 14:45:43, Nuria (uid: 38603) rolls: 1d8a3 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95492)<br/>