<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>With the columns in sight on both ends, Nuria briefly regretted that she hadn't brought anything more volatile -- after 'the incident' with her last group where she had accidentally set someone's head on fire when one of her emergency whiskey bottles had exploded, she had decided to leave the celebratory drinks for others to carry. Right now, a good bomb to set off with just a bit of her fire would have been a great boon -- she couldn't push the thing over, she couldn't cut it with a narrowly focused flame and even a proper gout of fire was a bit beyond her right now. She needed her remaining strength to escape, there was little left to waste on pyrotechnical displays.<br/><br/>Phelypsis called her name - a wave of relief washed over her, but it was tinged with frustration and anger - at herself, at the kobolds, at the dragon. The physical wounds she could have dealt with -- grit her teeth, push past the pain and ignore the broken ribs and the scrapes and the scratches and cuts, but the dragon's breath -- pushing against its fury with her own divine flame had left her hollowed out and stone tired. There were burns on her skin, too, where the arcane lightning had hit - scorch marks lining her arms. They looked somehow<em>wrong</em>, almost as if the creature had bitten her there, but they weren't bleeding.<br/><br/>"Hurry, push," the Godlike warrior urged once Phelypsis had found a good grip and begun to strain against the huge statue, "you can do it!" Quick glances towards Sydney and her assailants showed her the sight of Sydney's rape at the hands of these little creatures. She had joked earlier and, perhaps, a good rutting would have taken care of the foul mood the sorceress found herself in most of the time, but this situation was not the one she had conjured in her mind or wanted -- having just fought for their very lives, hurt and without any strength left this was not even the sort of 'have a quick romp with your enemies' that Nuria herself was rather fond of. Heck, even getting fucked after being beaten had a certain 'fairness' to it, in her mind. But this, this was adding insult to injury. She had felt a measure of empathy for the little critters before, but once she was over there, she'd roast the damn things alive even if it took the very last of her strength and she'd have to be carried all the way back home.<br/><br/>And then, the statue gave a great big crack and begun to tumble. "You did it! You actually did it!" she cried out, surprised for a moment despite her own trust in the demon's strength as it crashed into the ground beside her.<br/><br/>Nuria wasn't about to try and leap or run, the thing was too damn shaky and the fire that occasionally burst upwards didn't bother her -- it was, after all, her own element. With a shuddering breath she composed herself and climbed onto the statue's head, intent on half-crawling half-climbing to the other side. Hurrying as best she could, she briefly met Phelypsis' gaze after she managed to get onto the head and gave her a brief nod -- both to reassure the barbarian and, she realized a moment later, herself.<br/><br/>Then, she crawled onwards -- a great gout of fire brushed her, warmed her for a moment, but she had no time to luxuriate in it. Inch by inch, she moved, trying to maintain a good grip even as their improvised bridge shook.<br/>