[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Tower 3F
[color=17c311]Interacting with:[/color]Keystone, HF and CLB[/center][/b]
There was only so much new stimulus that Cyne was able to process at one time, especially when wildshaped in the middle of battle. She was focused on who her next target should be so that the rest of the group would be able to quickly finish up the rest of the enemies and apprehend the hooded man who had done nothing but create havoc for the past who knows how long now. Then suddenly Keystone ran up to her (she didn't react much due to his "ally" status) and grabbed her foreleg rather roughly. Before the more perverted section of her brain could even quip to itself about how he could at least take her out to dinner first, there was a sudden shift in how her weight was distributed.

The next thing that occurred was a sensation she was familiar with, but didn't make sense at all given the facts of the situation. She was hurtling through the air. She'd spent enough time as various birds that the lack of any solid support didn't set off any psychological or biological panic buttons, but she wasn't a bird. She was a big ol' bear who had dwarfed or at least been comparable in size to just about everything they'd faced so far. How was enough force even generated to put her in such a situation? 

She didn't even have the time to think of that question, let alone answer it, as the weightless sensation only lasted for a few moments before it was rudely interrupted by another familiar situation. Pain. Or Falling. She wasn't entirely sure what it was, but there were a few hard thuds and her flight motion took a turn for the rotary. If she had any idea what was happening in relation to her position in time and space before, it was certainly gone now. A few more thuds and the flying became a roll that became a flop, leaving the bear lying on its stomach.

The bear slowly melted away back into the half-orc druid, who remained face down on the floor for a few moments before she pushed herself up to see what the hell just happened. She was achey, a bit cut up and bruised, but more or less okay. She looked down and saw she was absolutely plastered head to toe in all sorts of biological matter, so all that accomplished was give her stomach a turn as it sunk in how disgusting she was right then. She was now on the opposite side of the room from where she was. Cyne looked over to where she was, and in a line where the Centipede and Hooded Figure were there was... bits and pieces of flesh scattered this way and that. She looked over and found most of the necromancer's upper body laying motionless, eyes wide open. Other than the zombie and snake, all the enemies on the floor had been taken care of.

Whatever just happened seemed to work out for the best after all.