[h2][center][color=crimson]Lorelai[/color][/center][/h2]
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The Abyssal Knight could now join the cadre of knight's before her who could record a first hand account of their interactions with the Last Beastkin. Contrary to her hopes, Ruxen seemed to corroborate ever known testimonial in regards to her etiquette and decorum, though had acted against the commonly held belief she was a brute without any sense of reason by agreeing to help them for a rather perverse price. Perhaps Lorelai's natural affinity for animals had won her over where others failed, or it could have also been the rather peculiar situation which allowed such a partnership to form, but there wasn't any time to waste by looking a gift hound in the mouth.

[color=crimson]"You can piss wherever you want so long as you get us to freedom- Pardon, but what was that about other beasts?"[/color] Lorelai removed her hands from Ruxen's sides and instantly took ahold of her sword and tome, readying herself to react to any threat that may be coming to claim Crimson Knight and her cadre, yet her eyes and ears detected nothing approaching from either end of the tunnels. So busy was she in contemplating whether Ruxen's hearing was either so good she heard the soldiers from far, far away, or so horrid she was mistaken, that Lorelai wasn't prepared for the truly unconventional monster attacking in the stead of Imperial Soldiers.

Those few who believed to be under the gaze of an outside force were correct, but even their considerable experience and natural instinct could do little to warn them of the threat in the water, for it was the very substance flowing down the channel amidst the sewage. A viscous mass, thick and without any defining characteristic beyond the refuse floating inside, rose up an inch over the channels edge. In seeming defiance of gravity it shot forth, stretching itself into sheet along the cobbled sewer stones with startling speed that would have alerted any looking towards it its presence.

It was a Slime, and it struck out to encase the feet of the most obvious prey among the group. Perhaps, if they were so fortunate to receive the privilege of living long enough to look back in hindsight, then Tori would marvel at her good fortune.

As it was, the slime clutched onto the woman whose blood was spilled so profusely in the Cathedral's collapse and tugged upon her feet to drop her to the ground and drag her to roaring current of sewage.

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