<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Game Talk</div><div class="spoiler_body">I think that given that Nuria is straight up attacking somebody, the roll would be a Hack &amp; Slash!  That said, she's got an ability that allows her to use Hack &amp; Slash using Con instead of Strength, so that should be fine!  At 2016-10-24 12:09:56, Nastara (uid: 56500) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=96200)</div></div><br/>Things have truly gone downhill for the prisoner as he scrambles and tries to pull himself into a more advantageous position.  "Strength- Gah!" he begins to call out in his resonant, powerful voice, only to have Phelypsis give another twist of his wrist and push him back down.  Then the strong barbarian's hand wraps around his cock and a look of terror comes to his face.  "Hold, hold!" he calls out to her, obviously concerned what the practically bone-breaking twist would do somewhere other than his arm.  Though it seems that Phelypsis isn't quite doing that, her hand instead slipping along his shaft in a way that brings out an altogether different kind of moan.<br/><br/>As Phelypsis then abruptly releases him and pushes him back, his weight is swung around slightly and he ends up on his knees with an arm held up above him.  His head cracks against the spirit bars of the prison and he looks up to give a snarl, only to find Sydney's ass being actively fingered in front of his face.  His eyes widen and he begins to lick his lips, murmering out, "The strategy you two manage is absolutely impeccable.  I can't believe I'm being-"<br/><br/>His snarky response is cut off by the abrupt scream from Nuria, her leap landing her on Phelypsis's back, pushing her against Sydney against the arcane bars that begin to bend inward slightly from the sheer pressure from the outside.  Her hand flashes between the bars and wraps around the prisoner's face.  Her fingers squeeze against his skin and Sydney begins to feel an intense heat just behind her backside, the prisoner being burned as his own shout becomes a scream.  He stumbles, scrambling backwards as his form shifts, his body elongating and reforming, a twisted dragon-like lizard man, though far more in appearance to dragons of the current realm than what currently passes for draconian in this age.  His form thickens, widening, shoulders and arms growing plated, scaled ridges, his face twisting into a snarling lizard face.  His head cracks hard against the ceiling, a thick crack in the stone radiating outward.  Still standing on two legs like a man, he fills the space in the cell, his now massively clawed hands gripping both sides of the stone cell.<br/><br/>"I cannot be caged!" comes the bellowed voice, shouting out into the room before his dragon's breath releases, firing an incredible burst of pure arcane energy.  The expulsion is similar to electricity arcing and hissing through the air, though it seems to stop and reflash around places, ripping holes in the very air into different realms of existence.  The dragon-beast has a clear shot at the Delvers dogpiled against the cell even as the chittering hiss of the umberhulk behind them draws closer.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, things have never been more dire.  The breath of this beast is dangerous and will require a Defy Danger to escape from (your choice how you do so).  What do you do?</strong>