- 164 HP
MAX 164 HP
- 164 EN
MAX 179 EN
- 10 STK
Dissonance
Location: Zone 10
Moving from Z12 to Z10
-10 EN for Regular Attack
-5 EN for Damage Supplementation
It was a tad bit... gruesome to see her flesh melt off the white of her bones but she supposed that she'd seen worse things in life. Like gigantic, vengeful spider-women that don't wear bras. She shivered.
There was a putrid smell in the air that twisted Alpha's insides, burning the back of her throat and scratching at her stomach. When Ivan had spoken up, claiming that every breath and lungful she took was filled with some acidic substance, Alpha felt a tingling sensation. It wasn't the numbness that came with a dismal realization nor was it the effects of all the poison she had breathed; no, it was a dim light of pride that she had noticed something was off in the first place. Her head was dizzy, the walls seemed to squirm and beat like organs, and the soft (soft?) floor hugged her feet so warmly and softly that it felt like she was stepping into a giant dish of savory pudding. Oh. Her eyes were lidded, her back slouched, and she was awfully. . .
"Ew!" Alpha suddenly yelped, shocked back into sobriety as tentacles wrapped and tangled some of the adventurers around her, bursting into sacs of venom that burned through skin and meat alike. "Eurgh."
Alpha vomited. Right on Titanius' body underneath her. Some of the bile landed on the walls that were, strangely, also a part of the behemoth she had found herself in. She took a step back, hoping to get away from this disgusting place; to be anywhere but inside the beast's body but her step was met with a squishy squelch. Hector and Potato, to their credit, seemed to be unfettered by the rancid discovery.
"Oh god," Alpha's face was very, very green. She shut her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath of that sweet, toxic air, and grabbed the knife she had sheathed. She tossed Hector a very desperate, very repulsed look. "Let's just get this over with," she groaned, grabbing the handle of her dagger and, with a gratuitous spin of her fingers, jabbed in straight into the floor below her, running and dragging the knife behind her as she ran through the room. As the long cut grew more pronounced, Hector clawed at the open wound lazily, as if it were just another Monday and this was all a routine exercise they did to keep in shape.
Regular Attack + Supplement @ Titanius' Body
21 + 76 = 97
(Tracker) /
(Roll)
Target: 16569 / 16666 HP
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