<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>: 8/20  <hr/></div></div>Adrenaline and a growing sense of urgency served to bring Nuria faster to the other side than she herself had expected, but when a familiar red hand closed around her wrist just as she was about to grab onto a giant statue-toe and pulled her forward, the woman knew that she had made it. Her eyes, glowing with the same yellow-ish lava color as usual, met Phelpysis own bright yellows. Her blood-flecked lips crooked into a grin despite the exhaustion. "Next time we fight a dragon, you stuff that sword of yours right into his damn gullet."<br/><br/>She briefly leaned against the Anda demon for support to pull herself up, but then she was standing straight once more and Phelypsis was already moving again after giving her shoulder a good reassuring (painful) squeeze. "I'll burn … burn those fuckers …" she muttered angrily under her breath as she pushed herself forwards with shaky steps.  She was fine with letting the big girl deal with the rapey lizards for now, but she fully intended to have her own little vengeance roast later for what they'd done to Sydney.<br/><br/>Over whom she was carefully leaning now -- it was a good thing the sorceress was light. Normally she'd pull the feisty teaser up almost as easily as Phelypsis could, but now she had to put her back into it as she reached for the red-eye's pale arms and tried to pull her at least into a crouch. "Sydney," she called, then repeated the name more loudly. "Sydney! We don't have time! Come on, we need to get out of here."