The mimic screams out in pain as the blade hits home. It's form wrapping around the handle and your hands as it's tongue jets out of it's mouth. The pseudo-pod hits home against it's female target. You feel all of your energy leave your body, your magic fails you, and your body is almost limp.<br/><br/>Mimic Attack 1d20a5 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=100936)<br/>((Not even rolling for damage as it's 1d8+<span class="bbc_u">3</span>))<br/><br/>Remi falls to the floor of the old ship as the mimic's tongue sprouts several smaller tendrils that quickly find her armor. Lashing out they find their way through openings in the armor and make easy work on the latches and belts that hold it to her body. Piece by piece the mimic strips away the warrior's possessions baring her body to the open air. Each piece is tossed aside, clattering against the floor as thicker tendrils coil around her wrists and ankles to hold her down. The Mimic's black skin cool to the touch with a slick slime to it. It seems to only be sticky in it's disguised form. A tendril with a slightly bulbous tip lands against her stomach, far more slick then the other tentacles that hold you. The unique body part begins exploring the nubile body, leaving a trail of slime as it goes. It slowly makes it's way up her body sliding between her breasts before finding the warrior's mouth and pressing against her lips, trying to gain access.<br/><br/>((Remi is still conscious, but the battle is over. She is not allowed actions, attacks, or magic, unless she regains Hp.))