<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/>Everything was a haze. Her head spun from the impact with the ground, and her body was sore from the bludgeoning blows laid upon it. Like a plump dwarven rag-doll, she floated in the air, held in the grasp of the foul monster. Vaguely, as if underwater, she heard the final struggles of her companions. Alicia's spell sizzled and Lydia yelped, and then both were quiet. An awful sort of quiet, the calm before the storm.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Belgana felt a chill come over her. Not mental... A look downward caught her by surprise. The armor that covered her stout, curvaceous body was sizzling and darkening, rusting before her widened eyes. The straps and buckles, even the breastplate, are dissolving into rusty dust. "Nae... nae... nae," she mumbled, her arms and legs thrashing weakly against their living bindings. But there's nothing she can do.<br/><br/>Thus, in the cold, damp air of that fetid pit, Belgana's body in unveiled: lush, plump dwarven assets wobbling, her spread-eagled body utterly on display for the malevolent eye stalks.