<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div><br/>Phelypsis tries to rescue friends with Defy danger with strength<br/><br/>At 2016-11-30 07:03:24, Phelypsis (uid: 29273) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=97467)<br/><br/>It does not go well...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A stray bold slammed against her chest. "Ack!" Phelypsis grunted, biting her teeth as she was tossed and slammed against a wall. That really stung. The barbarian shook her head, lifting her gaze as she rose back on her knees and arms. She didn't realize she had lost the sword until a moment later when she saw its dull blunted metal glisten beneath the arcs of magical energy. She wasn't going to get that back, not right now.<br/><br/>Her attention shot to the side. "Sydney! Nuria!"<em>Had they managed to dodge?</em>Nuria looked about to collapse. "Oh no! Nuria!" Phelypsis cried out. This fight really wasn't going so well anymore. "Ow..." A fist sized rock rolled off of her head onto the shaking and cracking ground. Phelypsis looked up. More pebbles and parts were crumbling off of the ceiling. Some really dangerous looking cracks were growing in it. The dragon was reeling back from whatever that boom was when she was knocked against a wall, but Phelypsis knew they couldn't take it. She might - she was still good to go - but they weren't. As shameful as it was for an andra warrior to run, it would be even greater shame to let her friends perish for a meager amount of bitter and vain glory over an ugly beast.<br/><br/>Phelypsis noticed the strange rifts that the dragon's breath had opened in the reality around them. She knew right away what to do. Phelypsis scrambled to her feet and began running towards the other two. "Your lucky day lizard. Seek me out if you wish to finish this and get ended properly," she yelled at the caged beast as she passed. It already had her name so they could leave this 'duel' for later. "Don't struggle!" Phelypsis shouted as she picked up Sydney by whatever straps she still had left of her clothing and Nuria by her ankle. She tossed one over shoulder and stowed the other in her armpit as she ran. Her goal; one of the open rifts. Phelypsis didn't care which, she just tried to hurry to one big enough for all three of them and tried to hop through.