<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/fb4c/th/pre/i/2015/040/b/d/norn_warrior_by_martyredremnant-d8hbujx.jpg)</div><strong>HP:</strong>0/28 Defeated.<br/><div align="center">________________________</div><br/>A series of dull thudding blows strike against Belgana, one after the other, raining down on her. Her armor is covered in slick slime where the appendages strike her, and her skin reddens at the force of their impacts upon her stout body. But the dwarf reaches that hateful eye, raising her hammer to swing. Then, suddenly, she is hurled forward with a cry of pain and surprise, struck hard by the solid mass of tentacles rushing her from behind. Her body flies through the air and then slides across the wet ground. The sponginess of the floor is merciful as the dwarf skids across it, face down, knees splayed, round rump in the air.<br/><br/>Belgana groans groggily, blinking and wincing. She's given no time to recuperate, though. Tight coiling grasps close around her wrists and ankles and she feels the vertigo of being lifted from the ground. She's spread-eagled in the air, cursing and shouting, hazily able to make out Lydia in a predicament just as bad as her own, getting pumped full of venom.