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[b][u]Thaum: Bugtanical Gardens[/u] (Group A)[/b]

"Took ya guys long enough!" Trixie called out to the incoming Pride members as she heard their footsteps come her way. They were not immediately in sight however, as she was, as it seemed, trapped underneath the enormous leech monster. Which pinned her to the ground with its lower torso, and had its head raised above her as if ready to dive in at any second.

But Trixie was calm, giggling even. "Dylan's big net kind of poofed into thin air, but that's okay. This mister leech monster knew he stood no chance against the powers of the Wondergirl! So instead of running away he decided to play wrassling instead. I'm not good at wrassling though, so he wins." [i](The poor girl meant wrestling.)[/i]

The leech let out a monstrous cry as it whipped its head to see the Pride's newest members: a giant spider and an even bigger, captured milepederian. Thick, green, and bubbling saliva continued to droop from the leech's wide mouth, splattering beside Trixie, before it skittered off the prankster and back into hiding.

"Awww you guys scared him." Once free, Trixie stretched while still lying on the floor, before standing herself up and dusting off the remaining saliva splatters on her clothes. "Oh, it's not poison or melty or anything. It's just oopy-goopy green saliva. Totally harmle--! What's... what's that."

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[u][b]Thaum: Colosseum[/u] (Group B)[/b]

Amy only turned her attention back to the arena upon hearing the crackling of electric sparks. Light flooded the cage, and the Blobfish Avengers' disqualification was announced. Then hell broke loose - first behind the two ladies, then on the arena front as well with the influx of hungry creatures. Including an enormous scorpion flying right their way. Luckily Robin escorted Amy in time before she could get caught in the ruckus; as much as the cleric intended to avoid any magical assertion at all that day, rolling her eyes when Robin and Selan made their requests, she'd much take doing her job over death by scorpion.

Whatever awkward dashing Amy pulled off came to a slow halt as she noticed the amount of people grossly injured, both able-bodied and wimpy. Her jaw dropped open - [i]"What the fuck, you expect me to heal a bunch of burly men I've never met before? Just tell them to rub some dirt on it and get their asses back out there!"[/i] - but she remained speechless instead. There were a couple of other medics already assisting, but no one else who knew any healing arts nearly as impressive as what the cleric could muster.

She grit her teeth. After removing her gem from her clutch, she pressed it between her palms and held her hands close to her forehead - a signal of prayer. As she muttered, the four people closest to her were enveloped in a golden, warm glow. Their vitality was instantly restored, if not improved even, though their wounds would worsen if they were to charge back into battle with their newfound energy. Then Amy worked on a small healing spell for the next four, and continued to do this until everyone there received clerical assistance. The entire time she prayed the words [i]"Gods, I better be reimbursed for this."[/i] and other similar quotes in a language unheard of in these parts.