[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color] & [color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Tower 3F
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]CMB, Viper[/center][/b]
The bear roared as it rose up onto two legs proper. Cyne was not going to let this stupid centipede turn into another Bob situation where it refused to die even after losing the vast majority of its limbs and intestines. No. This invertebrate died right here, right now. Bringing down the full force of its body down in one blow, the centipede was slain. Bear claws tore through the length of the arthropod, providing a clear view into the now ruined innards. Interestingly enough, the closest equivalent that sprang to mind was not anything remotely similar to organs, but pie. Specifically blackberry pie filling. It certainly didn't smell like that, but the odd visual link stuck in her head.

Unlikely mental connections aside, the bear's endocrine system was pumping it full of serotonin and other chemical cocktails that were making her feel good and dominant. The rush was enough to make a small part of her that wasn't completely lost in the moment question if she might be enjoying this all too much considering the circumstances. Unfortunately, said circumstances and the limited available mental resources dictated by them stopped this thought from being anything more than a brief flash as a pretty picture was painted on the floor by centipede guts.

Nor on the other hand had already had well enough of this whole situation despite being up on this floor for less than half a minute. The limited range of sight afforded by his helmet made dealing with being surrounded bad enough without the buggers scurrying up and down the walls going who knows where and trying to nip at his backside constantly. Once the serpent bit the dust, he'd be going after those leggy fuckers next.

Speaking of which, Nor hilted his knife into the viper once again, this time in between a couple of its ribs. From there he jiggled it around a bit, both to "loosen it up" so to speak and make his weapon easier retrieve and also to hurt the beast more. He knew it didn't really cause much more damage if any, but the dwarf wanted to make the snake suffer for daring to be the nearest nuisance to him. He had no interest in trying to prolong its suffering, but any extra he could get along the way was icing. The barber stabbed yet again, and with displeasure noted that it still drew breath, even if barely. Hopefully Sana would be able to finish it off so they could move on to more crawlie foes.