Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20180307023000/@comment-31049256-20180712030529

Sif hops away from the attack, but as soon as she hits the ground she spears forward with her greatblade at one of the attackers, intending to knock him off his feet.

She hopes her comrade will cover her from the other, as her right side is now open to a counter otherwise.

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"You ladies worry on our combatants!" Sieglinde shouts, "I cannot very well leave my dear Skadi to harm with this acid."

"No, don't worry about me!! Get to safety Sieglinde!" her loyal MW pleads to her wielder as she is forced to swing at her again.

This time Sieglinde is ready for it...though to the others it would seem otherwise. She moves over only slightly, allowing Skadi to gash into her right shoulder. The MW holds back on taking as much energy as she can, but is forced to at least take some as she sinks into Sieglinde's shoulder.

Sieglinde gives a feminine gasp as the MW causes intense pleasure to ripple through her, but through sheer force of will she doesn't do more than flinch. She then reaches around, grabbing the notch in the blade for her off hand. She roars in effort as she proceeds to pull the blade free, the large Kamaitachi sweating in both pleasure and effort until she finally forces Skadi free.

As she wrestles with the spellbound MW Anri finally forgoes using her stealth spell to focus on the enemies on the stairs. She focuses her magic, but rather than casting an offensive spell she instead casts something with less of a chance of harming her allies. Her spear/staff glows an off white color at the tip, and then light focuses on the remaining constructs. There is a whirring noise, and soon the constructs minimize down to about half their original height.

As Reby leaps over the construct rolling down the stairs she can see it is both lighter and weaker as it tries and fails to stop itself. Mid jump she fires at the spellcaster, finding that the shrinkage seems to have made them denser with the shot glancing off, but their new weight sends the spellcaster sprawling down to the steps.

Arianna looks wide eyed at the incoming acid ball, but with the crowding on the steps she can't flee. With no other option she hugs her blade to her chest and turns to the wall of the stairwell as the spell makes contact. She lurches, and silently screams as it quickly eats into her body. Her cloths fall away from the front, and her succubi wings are eroded off from the base and fall away, turning to ash and light as they dissipate. The damage to her back causes glowing wounds to light the stairwell as if it was exposed to the midday sun. The GMW slowly crumples to her knees on the floor, her body huffing as she gingerly looks to her blade and her bottomless bag that fell beside her.

Thankfully they are unharmed, but with the amount of energy lost she can already feel the hunger and exhaustion from the effort to regenerate her damaged back.