Ennea screamed as Elohim drove her blade deep inside her, feeling a familiar cold feeling.  Her organs hadn't experienced this kind of treatment before, yet she knew she was still alive.  In fact, one of her implants had been stimulated into starting.  She had an hour before she passed out from blood loss, assuming that she wasn't already dead.  Ennea's entire body went limp, and she slid off the blade, her bright blue eyes closing from the force of the impact within her womb.<br/><br/>Ennea hit the ground with a thud, mewling and curling up in pain, tears in her eyes.  It was mostly a ruse, of course, but the more it looked that she was in pain, the less likely the finishing blow would be to come.  She dropped her gun and began to scramble at her mask, trying to tear it away from her face, to breathe clearly, yet she only fumbled with the straps, letting out a muffled coughing and sputtering in the muck.  In pain, she bit down on her tongue, feeling the unforgiving mud under her start to enter the wound, promising a world of pestilence and torment.  If she survived.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Roll Result: Great Triangle rolled: 9d10, extra dice at 10<br/>First Target Number: 8<br/>Comment: subterfuge willpower risk<br/>Result: 8, 5, 10, 4, 6, 9, 2, 3, 6, 7,<br/>For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0,<br/>Total: 3<br/><br/>(Oppose with wits + empathy or composure + medicine)<br/>