Brandy exclaimed a strange noise when Alice threw her boomy bomb into the room. She started cheering like a cheerleader (complete with poses and fictitious pom-poms) when Sofia felled the two ghouls. She then let out another 'meep'-like sound when Vreznok decided to resurrect his fallen minions as new mibions. It was a whole cavalcade of silliness, really.

Now, one had to bear in mind that Brandy Vanillarin was a simple girl. She came from a farm and had lived a relatively uneventful and uneventful life. So, to be put in a cramped, dank, dark and moody location, complete with a deranged gnome who could cast [b]actual god-damned magic[/b] and a pair of slobbering undead abominations. Well, needless to say that this was a bit overstimulating for someone who, until just recently, had only ever battled against a horned rabbit and acted as a distraction for a feral troll. So great was her information overlaod that Brandy didn't even realize she was being approached by Martin, the ghoul, until a pair of magic bolts whipped past her head.

And struck Sofia, repeatedly, causing [i]their[/i] undead ally to stumble backwards. Gaping in horror at first, the little satyr's head quickly snapped towards where Vreznok was hiding, and with a burning, seething rage in her eyes, she let out  a ... Well, as close to a battle cry as you could get with a satyr.

"[b]HOW DARE YOU HURT MY FRIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEND?! YOU LITTLE SHIIIIIT!![/b]"

With a determination of unbreakable iron, the tanned satyrress swung her spiky club sideways at the approaching zombie-ghoul. Said creature received a severe blunt trauma impact to the side of the noggin', causing it to topple over sideways and flail about on the ground for a bit. While the blow hadn't been enough to shatter or pulverize the skull, it [i]had[/i] been enough to knock half the creature's jaw loose... Which was now dangling grotesquely from just one chin... Several teeth had also been  smacked out of the gob and onto the dusty floor... It wasn't pretty.

[color=silver]"[b]Harlot! How [i]dare[/i] you-! And[i] you[/i]![/b]"[/color] The agitated gnome waved his cane at Alice as she sliced off the hand belonging to Thelma. [color=silver]"[b]Take this![/b]"[/color] He shouted markedly, while chanting some weird, non-rhyming nursery rhyme of sorts. After which a purple shimmering ray of... beaminess! Shot out of his cane and struck Thelma in the back... Which... Somehow, caused the hand that had just been lopped off to reattach itself ... Somehow... Don't ask for specifcs, magic's crazy like that.

"[b]GNOOOOOOOOOOOOME!![/b]" A sudden shout from the other end of the coffin-table reminded Vreznok that he had to deal with the charging satyr-girl too. Mere blinks before Brandy trampled over the makeshift desk and brought her club down, the wily little turd squirreled away sideways, and mumbled some jumbled words. After which, Brandy let out a horrified screech of panic.

"M-M-M-My eyes! [b]Al! Sofers! I'm blioiiiiiiiiind![/b]" She called out in a frantic state of complete confusion and fear. Which was made worse by the fact that some kind of small, very localized cloud of pitch-black darkness was now circling around her head, obfuscating it completely. Of course, Brandy being Brandy, she didn't stop or pause after becoming unable to see. Rather, she began to wildly flail her arms and her club, kicked at the air and run around like a headless chicken, knocking over the notes, books and other scribing utilities on Vreznok's table.

[color=silver]"[b]What's wrong with you, you bimbo?! Cease this lunacy at once and just lie down and die! A vulgar bitch like you is only good for breeding anyway!"[/b][/color] The gnome hurled insult and sexism in equal measures. Inbefore lifting his wand and chanting some words again, and letting another bolt of magic fly towards Brandy, striking her square in the boob. The satyress let out a pained yelp as she tumbled backwards, while Vreznok let out a maniacal laugh as if he was some villainous mastermind whoh ad just landed a blow on an overpowered hero from a parallel world or soemthing.

Oh, and Martin had gotten back up by this point. And Thelma was now trying to get reeeeeeeeaaaaaaal close to Alice's face and bite her snout off... Possibly because she was jealous, since neither she nor Martin had their noses... Or, she was just a zombie, trying to eat brains. As zombies do.