Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190527174804

(In the Inn, second floor. Follow the trail of broken rooms. AND PLEASE HURRY!)

Oh no. Mirabelle starts to panic as her opponents attacks become faster and faster. She slides under a swing aimed for her head and went between the automation's legs before secretly taping something to its back as she jumps up to its shoulder and kicks off its face. ''Yeah! Take tha-'' her internal jeers were cut off as she felt cold metal finger wrap around her ankles like pythons around their prey, pulling her down to the ground before Selenor.

The wind was knocked out of her as she bounced slightly back up from the hardwood floor. She looked up to see the face of the Automatons glaring at her own, struggling to breathe.