Robin Stanton wrote:Robin might be handicapped, but being outnumbered she's not just going to hang back. Tosh'll probably forgive her a couple of bumps and bruises, right? Slow to get going she breaks into a lumbering sprint towards Hellhound. Fire melts ice, that's just Physics, so let the Russian Werewolf deal with just the bear. Still getting used to the dead weight inside of her she opts to just tackle right into the charging monster.
Hellhound may be heavier, but Robin's tackle catches the devilish wolf just right to send him into an unbalanced stumble. However, he still manages a flaming backhand that sends her reeling as well. He falls to all fours and, with a howl of indignant fury, he lunges after her.
Tereza Rozanov wrote:"I knew a guy like you," Tereza-wolf says, dodging to the side as Robin comes barreling through. She brings her fist around in a right cross on the bear, the fist coating with ice just before the attempted impact. "He was an asshole too."
The bear takes the hit on a shoulder that seems as solid as an oak, or as close as flesh can be. She growls in annoyance, grabs Tereza by the arm, and twists, throwing the werewolf towards the nearest wall. "I'm a woman, bitch!" she roars.
Will Stanton wrote:Will hit the ground, trying to avoid getting electrocuted from Stormy's lightning bolt. He wasn't going to be able to keep dodging forever, though; this called for a plan B.
Stretching a hand out, he tried to wrap himself around the rat-man's face as an impromptu muzzle. "Looks like someone's overdue for their annual dental hygiene checkup!"
As Will dramatically slides right under the lightning bolt, he sees several shapes on the ceiling but can't see them clearly through the bright electric glow. The rat fails to avoid the attack, but his acidic saliva is painfully burning away at the polymorph as the squealing hybrid claws at the muzzle.
Samantha McManus wrote:Sam, in spite of being form-locked at the moment, is a mongoose.
As such, she's primed to move well before the energy whip comes down, leaping aside and tensing before jumping for the creature's back.
A third insectoid dives at the leaping mongoose, knocking her away from her target.
"I don't need your help Locust!" the lizard-thing complains.
All of the insectoid's buzz in unison, "It's called teamwork dear Karkinos."
Meanwhile, Ainsley and company race down a broad hallway that the crow-man promises will lead them to where the groups are doing battle.
"Not much further," Jack, or so the birdman calls himself, reports.