Stone shifts, cracking, crunching, crashing down behind Nuria, a massive burst of sand into the air blinding.  The godlike seems to be fired out of the thin tunnel, exploded open behind her by the umberhulk immediately behind.  The last rattlings of the stone against it's thick carapace leave it, and Nuria for that matter, coated in dust.  The Umberhulk pauses for a moment, raising it's head to the ceiling and letting out a screech of anger and pain, it's eyes searching through the dust for the Delvers that has just now escaped it.<br/><br/>The scene that Nuria enters into is certainly an odd one, though just about as Delvers Company as it could be.  Phelypsis holds the twisted arm of the prisoner, his body held firmly against the arcane cells of the prison, now lighting up a sickly green from all of the energy forming and surging between Sydney and the prisoner.  The dragonling's tail flicks, slashing at the water, splashing and flailing, howling in rage and pain.  By holding onto him, Phelypsis is also pressed up against the bars, or she would be if Sydney wasn't between her and them, pressed, squeezed by the much larger woman's muscle and, apparently, her breasts.  From behind her, the prisoner continues to desperately struggle, his cock slapping mostly against Sydney, against her thighs, wetly pushing against her asscheeks, shoving for a moment against her slit, and rubbing on Phelypsis's thighs.  His other hand continues to grab to try to pull himself up, squeezing onto Sydney's ass for a moment, gripping around her waist, getting a momentary handful of the barbarian's tit, but mostly unable to get himself quite upright.<br/><br/>Of course, this menage will be quickly interrupted if Nuria does let them know about the umberhulk now pawing at the ground and preparing to charge right at them.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, what do you do?!</strong>