“Where is the demon? Is she still Cathedral sized!?”
" ... "
“I’d hope you managed to make her hurt for this, at least”
A low but deep groan disguised as a growl emanated from Serphia, as slowly but surely, the Captain started to move again after her recent painful but still so very epic entrance!
Opening one silvery eye to discover the source of the incessant questions, Serphia would zero in on the small, black haired human girl standing over her and looking down at her, not with so much concern for her well being than a dose of curiosity mixed with annoyance at the situation.
"I would have... " Serphia growled in a deep voice as she sat up, a layer of dust falling from her person as she did so.
"Mistress, you are okay! I'm so glad to see,-"
" ... if not for a certain half-rate useless potion that stopped working the moment before I could execute my finishing combo... !"
And with those words, Serphia's eyes eyes trailed across the room to land on Vashi, the turqoise haired Night Elven mage stopping right in her tracks; before shrinking away behind Mei as if hoping to vanish from Serphia's piercing gaze.
*Cough*
*Wheeze*
"Mish-mistress.... I can't... breaaaathe... !"
Suddenly sounded the painful voice of Sentinel Aleena, coming from below Serphia. Fortunately for Vashi, it was at that moment Serphia would take her attention away from her to notice the unfortunate Aleena whom had inadvertently been turned in a collision cushion for the large Captain during the fall, and currently trapped under the Captain's own large and well trained rear!
"Thank you, Aleena. At least you covered for me!" Serphia said with a dangerous voice, eyeing no one in particular though meaning otherwise as she got off Aleena who let out a desperate gasp for air as she rolled over.
Standing up, Serphia couldn't help but feel a sense of nakedness.
This was not so much because of the fact that the Captain was still completely naked after her scuffle with Malizia, sans armor or clothes. However, it was more related to the fact that as she reached some itchy fingers down to her waist, she could not feel her sabers nor daggers, not even her plated gauntlets with some lustrous "pain-ridges" cut into the forward fist area. Although her trained fist and legs could be considered weapons in their own right, the Captain felt nonetheless uncomfortable not having one of her favored tools of murder within arm's reach!
"I need some wargear! ... GNOME!" Serphia suddenly pointed at Gimpsy.
"In the absence of some proper gear, you have just been elected for the rare honor of equipping a proud warrior of the Keldorei! Bring me your best equipment! As the goddess as my witness, I am on a righteous quest of vengeance!"
...
" ... and you can put the tab on the High Elf."
