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Slavering over the blood on its weapon, the knife-armed table that had been attacking Amaris considered the problem of its retreating prey as it licked the weapon clean, leaving a sheen of black drool over the weapon. Not matter; there were others yet. It swiveled to find a new target, and locked on the blue winged Fa'e. Charging forward, the creature lunged again with its knife.

Kumoru would do well to remember in the future that fire needed air as much as anything to live. The wind lifted the flames temporarily, but the second that the spell faded, they were burning more horribly than ever, and the wooden creature was trying to rearragne itself to wrap fully around the magic-user; much as it had incorporated the knife into its being, it was now trying to encapsulate Kumoru, to make his very body a part of its own.

The two tables continued their assault on the vampire. Every hit seemed to do nothing more than to force it to rearrange itself again; it reattached each scrap that fell off, constantly coming to a new form and renewing its attack. It was the irresistable force of Kochi's attacks meeting the unmovable object of the monsters' adaptability, and there was no saying who could hope to win.

Aylana watches as the others run before her eyes settle on the door with the knife. s**t it had a weapon and she didn't, this was not good. Taking a few steps backwards she tries to think quickly. She needed something to protect herself. This wasn't right, she didn't know how to stop this monster and now she was in serious trouble.

"Damn it if I get out of this place alive I'm never coming back here again." keeping her wings around her body to protect her stomach as best as she picks up anything she grabs throwing it at the door. She hopes she would slow it down even for a moment.

"Du kannst mir den Buckel runterrutschen!" Kochi howled out as she tore at the plank with her teeth, although she seemed dissappointed with the results. These things, they weren't dieing! Although she was used to beating on things and them not going away, this was different. The woman grabbed both of the planks with her hands, digging her claws into them and holding them immobile and staring at both of them quite befuddled. "Ich bin doch nicht von gestern, Aber, Ich bin mit meinem Latein am Ende." She thought back, and considered this. The woman was slow, and this was no exception. They would obviously just keep on reforming, so it was pointless to tear them up. Once something like this happened and she just buried each of the guys limbs underground in seperate countries, but she doubted she had the time for this.

So Kochi resolved to do the next best thing. With a firm grip she let out a grunt of exertion as she pulled one arm up before throwing it down and attempting to ram the panel into the ground itself, hoping to wedge it down and keep it from attacking anyone.


((Translation: Go sit on a tack + i'm at my wits end!))

Coughing, Kumoru kicked the last of the door apart and closed his eyes, then rubbed them ever so gently with his burnt hands. The skin was peeling off of several of his fingers, though, so he immediately gave up on that.

He tightened the muscles in his stomach in an attempt to sit up, but he was too sore all over to get very far. With a sigh and another cough, the necromancer flopped lightly back down prone on the floor.

Everything was dark already, so Kumoru had no way of seeing that his vision was going dark compared to everything else. His whole body relaxed, and then he passed out.

Feeling the knife cut through the fabric of her shirt then skim the skin of her stomach was enough for her. Unfolding her wings she grabs the door with one hand as she rips the knife away from it with the other sending it flying towards the door that leads towards the inner hallway.

Narrowing her eyes on the door she grabs it with her other hand ripping it right down the middle before she folds it in half hearing it crack before she gives a smile to the door as she throws a few pieces into her mouth chewing on it as she broke each piece of the door by halfing it.

Breaking the last few pieces of the door apart she pops them into her mouth. Covering her mouth she swallows the last bit before she plops down on the floor.

Out of all the crazy things she has eaten, the door had to be the worse.

Upon recovering from the vampire's latest onslaught, the two creatures followed Kochi a few paces- she was out the doors before they could reach her for another attack, however. Milling about a few moments to search out a new target, the two split up- one for Aylana, the other for where Nima looked after Kumoru.

Aylana, in the meantime, was in quite a bit of trouble. Her insides were churning, trying to turn themselves inside out and outside in all at once. Eating possessed wood, it would seem, is a bad idea. Especially when you are pregnant and have just put a source of great danger near your unborn children. Simply swallowing the door-monster was not enough to disarm it.

The Common Room as it looks now. There is no one in here.

The HQ has changed, at least from the inside. It's like it's fallen into a state of absolute disrepair, warped to a point of questionable stability. The lines of the ceiling and walls are no longer straight, but sagging, barely scraping over the heads of the taller adults; something seems to be crawling along the walls, hiding under pieces of torn wallpaper and making small screeting noises as they moved about. The floor and walls seem slick and wet, with God only knew what. The air is thick with something horrible, an organic stench that most would not recognize or particularly want to recognize, given the situation.

The couches are all torn up, as if attacked by some rabid animal; sharp slices of metal jag out where the frames had been bent and twisted. There is something hanging down from the along the walls over the darkened fireplace, almost like a dark, thick strands of something that grow straight out of the ceiling corners. Things, the size of infants, seem to be tangled up in their midst, barely illuminated by the inadequate lighting.

Most chilling, though, is the front door. Its frame bled where it met the wall- literally bled, a slow sappy ooze that ran into the wooden floor and sunk beneath the cracks. The front door itself is splintered into pieces, revealing nothing but impenetrable darkness behind it. There is wood scattered all over the floor, some parts burned, and to the door that leads to the inner hallway -- no longer guarded by Calcifer -- lies a small stiletto.