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What Could Have Been (Mirchia Memeina)


Mirchell: HP =60/67, PP = 44/44, EP = 47/47, Status = Starvation Collar, Lactating, Prone, Armor at 45/50 TP

Maebev - Arch Traitor and Loyal Lieutenant
Aleida - Succubus Torturer
Malkeinith - Captain of the Lowest Guard

Garkus Ironbender - Elderly goblin forge master, commander of the tribe, sounds sort of like Keith David
Thick Goblin Girl - Orb shaped.

Rolls
While Mirchell retreats to the the choke point, the crawlers will follow. They will attempt to get past her in order to flank and surround her.
The first attempts to Overrun her; 67 vs 75, fails.
The second attempts to Overrun her; 73 vs 72, success.
One will try to Tumble past her; 18 vs 34, failure.
Another will try to Overrun her; 94 vs 50, success and Mirchell is knocked prone.
One just runs up and attacks: 48 vs 32, hits.
Damage: 30 - 41, min'd to 3 damage. Armor takes 5 damage.

The path she'd just squeezed through was her only available avenue of retreat, and this time the rush through it left her bouncing across the walls and scraping against the rubble dotting the walls. The crawlers, following predatory instinct, promptly gave chase, the bestial mutants moving with similar speed and far greater agility than she. Mirchell made it back to the main hallway before they could catch up to her, but only just, and was left to turn at the entrance she'd passed through, forming a choke point at the narrow hallway entrance, and the bounding, skittering creatures attempted to rush past her in order to take advantage of their numbers.

The first to reach her tried to force its way past her, slamming into her midsection in a rush, but the much heavier demoness didn't budge, leaving it momentarily trapped between her and the wall before it scrambled free and back, hissing at her. The next leaped over its compatriot to do the same, bounding off of its back, then up to Mirchell's shoulder, then it leaped off with its tail nearly catching her on the ear, landing behind her and spinning to face the now outflanked demoness. As she was trying to respond to that, another tried to dart between her legs, though she was able to kick it back into its compatriot, leaving them scrambling back to their own feet. Unfortunately, before that leg was back down on the ground to give her a solid stance, the next one coming threw itself from wall to wall and then directly at her shoulders, shrieking, and Mirchell tumbled backwards and fell onto her back, in the middle of the pack.

The last of them came forth and crawled along the wall, and reached out to slash at her thigh. Its claws scraped against her armor, doing only minor harm, but damaging the straps keeping the armor together...
 
Savage she might have been in combat at one point, but it did not mean the fallen princess was without tactical acumen. That served to get her out of the open and towards a location she could actually defend - squeezing and scraping through the rock and rubble, pulling her wings in tightly but still feeling the lean musculature scraping through. Dust swirled around her face as her breathing spiked, glowing eyes dilating and fangs baring as her thundering footfalls were accompanied by the frantic scurrying of claws against hard surfaces.

She could not panic. Must not panic. Don't think of the memories, the memories of suspension and helplessness, torn and clawed in the midst of a mad scrabble to make use of her body. She could fight now. Defend herself. Use what advantages she had.

It would have to matter, even if she didn't have enough room to evade them entirely. Mirchell stumbled as she pulled free from the passage and turned, heels scraping, tail whipping through the air with a thin whine. Her wings flared out - expanses of bone and flesh, blotting out the light and increasing the muscular woman's apparent size. If nothing else, it would make her harder to get by, in theory, as ragged fingers reached for her sword once more.

The weight of the Crawler as it leapt from the gap grashed into her chest, and Mirchell grunted in discomfort as her other arm came up to bear, shoving backwards. She was larger and heavier than the mutated creatures, but she hadn't enough time to take advantage of it, as the rest squirmed and piled through with no thought to safety. One leapt clean over her head, using the trapped creature as a launch pad, and as its tail whipped by her head, she had the wherewithal to duck, the venomous barbs catching ashen hair as they went. By the sounds of it, the creature had landed awkwardly, giving her a moment to force some of the others back.

A growl echoed in her throat as heavy boots kicked a yelping Crawler back into the tangled pile of beasts, though it turned into a cry of her own soon enough as the sheer weight of oncoming monsters overwhelmed her stance. To the floor she went, crashing noisily into dust and debris, pain flaring along her limbs, but far from out of the fight just yet. Confusion reigned in the mad scuffle of limbs and snapping jaws on both sides of the engagement, as the albino demoness lashed out at the nearby creatures. Her wings added to the chaos, beating frantically to whip up a storm of dust, and make it harder for the Crawlers to get close enough to capitalise on their initial success as she clambered upright.

Nascent panic and rage brought everything into sharp focus, as Mirchell assessed her situation. Ignored the nagging, goading suggestion that there was only one way for this to end. There were fewer crawlers back the way she had come, and so that seemed the obvious solution. These lesser, swarming creatures were not individually much threat to her, but there were only so many defensive options at her disposal. The most important thing was to avoid them quite literally dogpiling her. Flaring wings and lashing tail would present at least some difficulty in getting to her back, as she tried to clear the front.

Darksteel glinted as it swept free of its scabbard with the iconic ring of steel and leather, echoing amidst the snarling jaws of her predators, large ears pricking attentively. Patience. Patience... There! As the Crawler who had bowled her over made a move to follow up, it became the target of the albino's ire, as she attempted to catch the creature on the blade's edge, and force it to the side - akin to a sliding door slamming shut on exposed flesh.

(Heavy Metal attack - Delays attack until the end of the round, gains +10 AV that round. Any foe hit when active must win a Reflexes check against the user or be Stunned. Any attack made against the user that round - hit or miss - adds a cumulative +1d10 bonus to attack and +5 damage)
 
Mirchell: HP =51/67, PP = 44/44, EP = 47/47, Status = Starvation Collar, Lactating, Prone, Armor at 37/50 TP

Maebev - Arch Traitor and Loyal Lieutenant
Aleida - Succubus Torturer
Malkeinith - Captain of the Lowest Guard

Garkus Ironbender - Elderly goblin forge master, commander of the tribe, sounds sort of like Keith David
Thick Goblin Girl - Orb shaped.

Rolls
Mirchell must withstand a whole round of attacks!
Attack 1 with claws: 48 vs 58, miss.
Attack 2 with claws: 60 vs 44, hit.
Damage: 23, so min to 3 damage, so 4 damage to the armor.
Attack 3 with claws: 47 vs 57, miss.
Attack 4 with tail: 47 vs 33, hit.
Damage: 17, still min 3 damage, and 3 damage to the armor.
Resistance: 22 vs 40, no poison on that hit.
Attack 5 with tail: 47 vs 45, hit.
Damage: 22, 3 damage, 4 damage to the armor.
Resistance: 30 vs 31, still no poison!

Mirchell attacks back! The stun is kind of redundant most likely...
Attack: 124 vs 35, yeah that hits.
Damage: 95, splat.
Attack: 128 vs 29, hits.
Damage: 88
Attack: 87 vs 39, hits.
Damage: 106

She kills three outright. They're only tier one enemies, but at that point the last two will retreat.

The thrashing demoness stood amidst the small swarm of crawlers, towering over the lesser demons in the dilapidated hallway. Those that she turned to face slashed at her with their claws, darting back and forth, and once more their claws scraped across her armor without finding real purchase. The blows that struck true took the most minor of tolls all the same, even through her plating and natural toughness. The two behind her proved more insidious, jabbing into her calf and thigh with their tails, sending numbing venom rushing into her bloodstream, but their piercing was shallow through her armor and the defensing waving of her tail, ensuring that their weakening poison failed to overcome her natural resilience.

Mirchell's counterattack proved far more effective. Her sword wove through the air, having taken the time to predict where they would be and how they would move, and her blade caught the first at its midsection. The crawler was bisected, and fell to the floor in two lumps of briefly thrashing flesh. The arc of her blade needed only a slight correction to carry through the head and shoulders of the next, splitting through flesh and sinew with the force of the strike. The momentum of her strike continued, allowing Mirchell to turn with it, her sword slamming into the wall of the doorway where the first to scrape at her still clung to the wall... And it was promptly split mostly in half, the lower part slumping to the floor and the other resting momentarily on her sword before it slid off to join its other half.

The other two crawlers, finding their numerical advantage rapidly dwindling, gave a hiss and backed away, moving ten or so feet back into their tunnel before turning and scurrying away, back to their lair. Whether or not Mirchell would permit their retreat, however, was up to her.... The three dead creatures would have no darksteel scraps, but the corrupted creatures were known to carry lumps of crystalized magic that could have their own value.
 
Brief the melee might have been, but it was savage and brutal. Fangs and barbed tails lashed at the armoured demoness, her thick skin warding off lesser blows and dented but sturdy armour caught assaults that might have been more severe as the demoness wove between them. There was something calming to her in those few seconds, as Mirchell's wings flared out to bat away a creature leaping for her back, as the whipping coil of her tail angled away an opposing tail jab. No room for panic, no room for the terror of what would happen if she couldn't fend them off, only the frenzied bloodletting as fancy footwork carried her through the carnage, instilled by decades of practise.

As her blade slammed into - and straight through - a Crawler, Mirchell let out a roar of triumph. Gore splattered across the dusty floor, and her own features, leaving crimson streaks across ashen flesh, and a clawed hand gripped the mangy monster's head - whipping its entire upper body free to hurl against another monster, stunning it just long enough for the backswing of her sword to decapitate it in turn. This was what she had been bred for in the first place.

The final blow clove down from above, bone splintering but not quite giving as it found its mark, even as the Crawlers backed away - some primitive survival instinct surviving even through their horrific mutation. Loot was far from her mind at this very moment though; the savage thrill of victory had her hackles up, the sweet release of soulstuff as the demoness' wings beat savagely downwards, launching her after the creatures. Their lair was exactly what was vulnerable now - if only she had her magic to burn the place to the ground. After two centuries of abuse and vulnerability, she could finally, finally exert her will, and remember a glimmer of what had come before.

So for a third time, it was for the bloody demoness to squeeze back through in pursuit of her would-be-hunters, determined to run them down before they could summon help.

(Now it's her turn to try and Overrun!)
 
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