Riekan ducks behind a nearby tree. Seeing as he didn't have a ranged skill, it was better to take cover for now than catching an arrow on the head.
Not for the first time, the ex-knight curses his lack of a helmet.
The... treewoman creature shocks Andreas. "That's new." Dusty tombs covered in decayed vines in the library suddenly snap into sense in his head. His stomach lurched.
With barely any time to react, Andreas notices the busty creature lunging at him with dual scimitars. He chucks a flame charm in her direction with every intent on landing it square in her forehead, but his aim isn't always accurate.
Rolling along the dewy undergrowth, moss clings wetly to his clothes. He mentally remarks about how he'll have to wash them soon, and a pleasant image of Winona assisting him in the meantime slides into view.
He shakes his head. Time and a place you fool. He scrambles for cover, preparing another flame charm as he goes.
The worst part of this is that he knew their features. They are elven... or at least were. Now that have stems and frawns. His mouth twitches uncomfortably again, thoughts of corrupted souls and bodies dancing through his mind.
Silvan gives the one he pinned a wicked smile. He wasn't sure if they could capture these things, but Andreas had slipped him one of the weaker crystals earlier. He might have to try it out later.
For now, it was time to work this little hottie over. She was kicking and hissing, so he decided to try some of his taking techniques on her. If needed, he would slit her throat since the knife was in place. He brought his mouth down and latched on to her throat, letting his fangs pierce her skin. Slippy should be moving now as well, having stuck with him. She should now be working her way between the woman's legs to tease her while Silvan works on the upper portion.
Tila on the other hand had been given orders to protect Andreas. His fire magic was the best offense they had against slimes, so Silvan wanted to make sure he was ok if the ooze made a move.
You hurl the flame charm at the woman and she swats it aside with her sword creating a shower of embers. Tila, acting on Silvan's command, yowls and leaps at the sword-wielding woman. You hear hissing and spitting and the elf's grunts of effort as they fight and you escape from the melee. Tila lets out a screech of anger and pain and goes flying from a kick to her chest. The poor cat girl thumps her head against a tree and is knocked unconscious. The woman with the twin swords advances on you, anger burning in her black eyes.