[h2][center]Leith Walton[/center][/h2]

Leith took the moment of pretend unconsciousness to collect himself, at least as much as one can after surviving a fall from terminal heights by the skin of their teeth and questionable physics. Well, unless his sense had failed him, he wasn't actually dead yet. Good sign. The screaming from earlier had not really yet subsided, though it had at least shifted from terror to mostly agitation on the speakers part. There definitely wasn't the sounds of a rampaging beast of legend and fire. And while he didn't have much basis as to what that might sound like, he'd wager it would be a sight louder than what was currently reaching his ears. 

He was about to sit up and demand an explanation (provided no dragon was present, a caveat he'd never thought he'd have) when something slick slipped around his waist and wrist. Bravely, Leith called upon his vast cowerdly instincts and frozen stock still, hoping it was just some random fauna that had decide to investigate him and would leave him be once it figured out he was not food. The skin touch his was...bizarre. It was like someone had steamed a squid tentacle, filled it with gelatin and then gave it sentience. With its only set task being to molest anything that came near it.

[color=7ea7d8]"Hmm...lets see."[/color] Something chuckled with obviously dark amusement, the aformentioned analogy becoming a terrifying real possibility in Leith's mind. [color=7ea7d8]"...no pulse? Oh dear. Guess I'll just perform a burial here."[/color] It said, Leith feeling a rush of relief that this new creature was apparently both somewhat ignorant of his biology and apparently not so keen on necrophilia. 

[color=7ea7d8]"..though I am somewhat hungry..."[/color] It added, Leith shooting up with a scream and diving a hand into his pocket to retrieve a foam bomb. [color=ec008c]"I'm alive! Get back you sav...a.."[/color] He started, his objections dying on his lips as he came face to face with a...vaguely nurse shaped mass of purple goo. He pauses for a second, trying to come up with some reasonable explanation for what he was seeing. 

Failing to find one he turned his attention elsewhere. There was no dragon, thankfully. He made mental note to punish who made him panic like that later. There WAS, however, a plethora of young women (many of whom where wearing what he could only describe as fetish ware. Especially the buxom blonde one with the horns), a floating and presumably demonically possessed child, and a Knight standing there like this was just another Tuesday to him. One of the women, some sort of albino, looked to be on the verge of drooling. 

Remembering that being eaten was still up for discussion, Leith threw himself into the Jello Nurse's arm. Practically,...no very literally sinking into her. But he liked his odds with her more than the clearly feral and ravenous albino. [color=ec008c]"Excuse me but what the hell is going on?! Who are you people! I am armed! And she had first dibs!"[/color] He yelled, hugging the slime for dear life and hoping the rabid white haired one and the clearly demon possessed floating child didn't decide to team up.