So far, the clone appears only to want to talk. "Now, now..." She strokes his chest. "You wouldn't want to do anything silly with that weapon, would you?" The warriors fall into close formation around Kelly, blocking the queen's clone from reaching her. Behind their muscled backs, Kelly hears the sounds of combat. Spoiler: Lore Roll D100: 78 "Err, um..." Max gulps. "Her neck! There's a jewel at her neck - the eye of Hoth'ra!" He announces, pausing as one of the warriors goes flying across the room. "It's not the source of her power, but it makes her much stronger. If we get it off of her, she should be weaker!"
Taia overhears what Max said, and nods. "What he said! Also, there's a spell, but I need time to prep it. Hold her off!" She kneels down, as the Anai copy begins to close in with Miriam.
Spoiler: Combat Roll Natasha: D100+20= 83 Anai Clone: 96 As the grenade nears the clone, she's ready - raising an arm. She flexes her fingers, and suddenly the grenade is coming back, straight at Natasha. It explodes in mid-air, a bit of shrapnel cutting Natasha's arm and suddenly the clone is running towards her.
"Depends, I'm a pacifist you see." Mori/Akrem replied, lowering his weapon, but still holding onto it. While his other hand reaches for the clone's ass. "You know, I'm just interested in what you promised." He whispered, letting his skilled fingers do its job.
"You heard him!" Kelly called to her guards and companions after her husband had finished. "Protect Taia and go for Anai's necklace when possible." Her eyes still scanned the room for something she could exploit. She abhorred violence and hated weapons, but the heat of battle caused her to reexamine her stance. And if there were no weapons then perhaps something in the environment would stand out to her.
The clone lets out a soft moan, mixed with a chuckle. "Are you, now?" She grins, reaching forward to touch his manhood through his robes. "Turn your weapon on them - and everything you wanted and more will be yours." Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 88 Looking around, she spots fallen warriors of Set, toppled after the titan was destroyed. But something within her, a supernatural sense or maybe some vestige of Isis' power, tells her that the warriors can be reawakened, maybe even made to join her. Lightning sparks through the air, as the battle continues.
"Ohh?" Mori/Akrem moans as she touches his cock, the pharaoh's meat pole slowly hardening in her hand. "Is that so? You mean I get to fuck you in every position imaginable, if I point my gun at them?" He replied, grinning as his hand slides up her hips, aiming to fondle her breasts.
@Tjf Beatrice mulled over the answer. But before she could make her choice, the overactive fulls made it for her. Oh well, she was going to crush the queen anyway. As her coppie appeared, she realised that Anai was staying back - not acting. So... the logical choice was to attack the queen directly. She switched her position, making sure Anai was behind her clone was - then she cast one of the more powerful magical projecttitles she could create with her powers... she would either hit clone or queen.
Grabbing Max's hand, Kelly pulled him over to the fallen warriors of Set. "Something inside me tells me that these warriors can be brought back to fight for us." she said pressing four fingers to her sternum. "We need to figure out how."
Natasha scream from pain but didn't lose her weapon. Her arm burns but she could still fight. She point spear at the clone and stab it in the place where should be heart.
"And a few you haven't imagined..." She grins and strokes his cock, letting him touch her as he pleases. "Of course, you have to pull the trigger, too..." Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 1 (Lol) In her furor, Beatrice doesn't see Anai making certain hand movements, and the sorceress goes flying backwards as her spell backfires. Beatrice hits the ground hard, as Gregoire moves to engage the clone. All the while, the witch hears the queen's voice in her mind, invading it. Suddenly, she receives a splitting headache, as she feels her modern alter ego - the other Beatrice, the pathetic slave to a cult, trying to take back control of the body. Max observes their fallen bodies, scared that they'll jump up without warning. "Something..." He reads an inscription. "Something about an offering... You have to make an offering of some sort." Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Natasha: 90 Anai Clone: 51 Natasha feels a satisfying feeling of resistance as her blade slides into the magical creature's breast, after she dodges great bursts of fire it unleashes from its hands. It screams, and disintergrates into sand.
Natasha smile to hersellf, ignored pain in her arm and look for the next oponent. She saw like sir George fight with the clone, so she decided to sneak behind them and stab clone in the back, in heart place.
(Gregoire?) Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Natasha: 32+20 Sir Gregoire: 67 Anai Clone: 89 The moment before Natasha can strike, the clone turns, gripping the head of Natasha's spear. The spearhead lights up with electricity, and suddenly the soldier feels herself being shocked painfully. Gregoire goes to strike, but Anai deftly turns, and the sword flies past her, cutting Natasha's cheek lightly.
Natasha scream wilder from pain as her blood boil from shock. If not power of humility, she would pass out but she stand on two legs, ewen if she was little confused from this. She lick her cheek from blood, but didn't stop fighting. She point to Gregoire to attack torso of the clone, while she will attack her legs, to avoid hurting each other. Natasha strikes again.
"Oho? Sounds fun." Mori/Akrem grins, raising his gun, pointing it toward one of his allies still fighting against a clone. "So, I just need to shoot, and I get to fuck you senseless?" He asked again, as he moves to stand beside her, his arm around hanging over the clone's shoulder, while his hand toyed with her breasts. "Sounds fun." He grins, pulling the trigger of his rifle with one hand, which was aimed at the clone, rather than his ally, a bad choice as he lacked the strength to deal with the recoil. But, Mori/Akrem wasn't phased, as he uses the distraction to grab the necklace around the clone's neck.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Natasha: 35+20 Gregoire: 61 Anai Clone: 23 The fight isn't elegant at all - Gregoire and Natasha working feverishly together in the attempt to overwhelm the clone, who moves faster than any opponent Natasha has faced. She slips up, however, and Gregoire slices her stomach, while Natasha stabs her in the legs. She screams, and begins to retreat. "Precisely..." The clone grins, and licks his cheek. "You can have these women as well..." He points to the women he's been invading the tomb with - currently fighting for their lives. Spoiler: Deception Roll D100: 51+10 (SIlver Tongue) The clone screams as the necklace is pried away from her. "FOOL!" She cries out. "I would have given you all I promised!" She backs away, winged by his bullet. "Now, I'll give you only death..." Despite being visibly weakened, the clone is still not without strength, and leaps at him. Spoiler: Combat Rolls D100: Mori: 21 Anai Clone: 52 Eloise: 72 All of Mori's shots go wide, and his small body gets slammed to the ground as the clone leaps onto him, stronger than her slight frame would suggest. "If I had time, I'd take your balls before I slit your throat... But this will do." She raises a knife to his neck. Then, her head explodes, as Eloise empties her magazine with pinpoint accuracy. The corpse turns to sand, landing in Mori/Akrem's eyes and mouth uncomfortably, but the knife clatters to the ground beside him, without slitting his throat as its owner intended.
{well... that was unfortunate } "Aghhh!" Beatrice gives a shrill of pain as her mind is being split - as she felt the modern version trying to wrestle control. Her reincarnation? A lowly slave to cult? To idiots... Never! With furious scream, she struck back at Anai, putting her all to banish the witch-queen, doing everything to push her out. She would not allow the modern self to take over - she would be nothing more then a slave and a sacrifice to the slut-queen.
Natasha grab her pistol and shooting runing away clone to torso. If just a clone have so much speed and skills, what kind of power have orignal? No, focus on the fight, here and now.
"Ha! Oh crap!" Mori/Akrem celebrated too early, allowing the clone to tackle him to the ground. Just before Eloise shot her down. "Blergh, nice save, Eloise-chan. Bleh." He coughed, wiping away the sand that got in his eyes, and mouth. He stands up, checking if the necklace was still there.
Spoiler: Willpower Roll D100: 78 (Pass) The other version of Beatrice is strong - stronger than she could ever imagine. Despite being submissive and obedient, her desire to obey her masters gives her a huge amount of willpower, all of which she throws at the sorceress in an attempt to regain what is hers - but it comes to naught. Suddenly, Beatrice the slave is gone, and Beatrice the sorceress is in her place. Ahead, she sees her toy Gregoire with the redhead who humiliated him outside, the two of them fighting ferociously against the clone that attacked her, and vanquishing her. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Natasha: 7 Gregoire: 99 Anai Clone: 82 Despite her best efforts, Natasha is still spasming slightly from the electricity, and it throws off her aim. All her shots miss, and the clone bares her teeth in victory as she charges and leaps at the redhead - only to be impaled as Gregoire puts his sword in the way. The clone bursts into sand, and the crusader grins cockily.
