(OOC: Also, I assume Rinaldo moved right up next to Ashnar while drawing the sword since he can move as part of that action)
*Lust continues to exercise her manipulations over her boytoys. Meanwhile, Eve moves over to Guile:*
"Pathetic wretch. You aren't even worth making into a wraith, and besides, I know you're more horrified with the thought of becoming an id nymph. Any last words?"
"Laynie, you have to escape to the Crux before they get you--they want your body for Sin! Kid, you're an amazing girl, and you're going to be a fantastic Wizard. I only wish that I could..."
"Too long!" Eve complains in annoyance, her hand darting forward as Guile attempts futilely to dodge.
*As Eve's hand comes to rest on Guile's chest, and begin to glow with red light, Guile tries to continue:*
"Laynie, I l..."
*Her last words are cut off with a gasping intake of air and then a violent delighted giggling, as her body begins to spasm and shift. She rips off her cloak and garments, her eyes losing their sharpness and intelligence and becoming softer and vacuous, as well as enlarging. Not just her eyes--in fact, her entire form rearranges and becomes exaggerated to impossible proportions, just on the edge between the personified ideal of physical desire and a parody of that ideal--if her eyes or chest grew any larger or her waist and body's distorted idealised hourglass shape were any more extreme, it would seem almost cartoonish. As is, her form melts and moulds to accomodate these changes gracefully, and it brings her an incredible allure of physical earthiness. In short, her form was completely idealised into an unrealistic sex object. Her measured expression of before is replaced with a vacuous gaze of pure worship directed towards Eve. Eve absently strokes her new pet, and what was once Guile purrs in unadulterated joy at her mistress's attention, but Eve quickly loses interest and turns back to her other opponents:*
"Lust, you deal with this. I know you're used to it--you actually like these things," Eve turns away and pushes the former Guile towards Lust, who is still adjacent anyway.
"Awww, isn't she cute?" she asks Vanitri, who is there with her,
"Do you like her Vanitri? When you and Rinaldo and Hogarth and I return to our home, I think you can keep her. Once this fight is over, you should be sure to pet her and give her a lot of attention for the first day or two. With a newborn like this, there is a strong imprinting in this time period, and that will help make her yours. You just have to kill Ashna and Tenebrynn for me first, okay?"
*Meanwhile, the others who came with Eve aid their mistress in dealing with Tenebrynn and Ashna.*
*Fiery energy arcs over the body of one of the four wraiths, seemingly left over from the fireball that struck her, and she lashes out with a burst of flame, which Tenebrynn manages to dodge. Meanwhile, one of the other stands at the ready and grins, gazing towards Tenebrynn and Ashna with manic eyes and waiting for their next move.*
"Hmph, not even worthy of my brilliant techniques," another wraith complains,
"Would it not be droll to end her with the spell she cannot cast correctly. Yes, quite."
*She fires two fiery rays at Ashna, and only one connects.*
(OOC: Ashna takes 12)
*The final wraith's eyes narrow on Ashna's Haversack.*
"She has the robe and she isn't wearing it! Ooo! Ooo! Dibs! I call dibs!"
*She starts to cast a spell:*
"Don't be greedy--that spell might end one of them if it succeeds, but it never actually works," the previous wraith instructs snootily.
*The other wraith shrugs and finishes, targetting Ashna with...Phantasmal Killer!...and...*
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this time
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"I can't help it--it's my nature," the last Wraith shrugs.
(OOC: Tenebrynn's turn)
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