Specter		Specter got back just in time to see the dragon in the distance - from the looks of things they didn't seem to be doing so well, then again, was that really surprising considering what it ate? She wondered if they dragon would start oozing too, if there would even be anything left once they got there. Either way, it sounded heavy, and it was now incapacitated, it would be a shame to leave a perfectly good dragon unattended, especially one that was already well on its way to meeting its makers. First though, she turned towards Rinka, who seemed to offer her a question, one she seemingly expressed some interest in: Would she like some dragon bones? "Yes." She calmly replied, palms bundled at her waist. "Do you have any?" The question was posed genuinely, of course.

Rinka		"Not yet," Rinka answered Spec. "But I saw a dragon on its way to becoming a corpse, and it would be an utter shame to let it go to waste." Surely Spec would agree with Rinka's assessment. "We might even salvage some of our cake." Extremely unlikely, but who knows. And if the cake was strong enough to bring down an adult dragon, would it really be considered edible? "Come on Spec, let's go." Jumping out of the hole the dragon conveniently made, Rinka started down on the trail towards where the dragon presumably fell. It wasn't difficult, the gigantic pillar of smoke rising from the forest served as a convenient marker for them to head towards. But they barely made it out of the grounds of the manor when a carriage blocked their way - a party of heroes had set up camp, waiting to set upon Rinka once she left her mansion. Which she had. It was a very generic group. A male fighter, another male wizard, a female rogue, and a female priestess. Just right out of a RPG game. "Hold up," the fighter (very dashing, well built) said, brandishing his sword. "You're not going anywhere." Rinka looked super annoyed, first her cake, and now this? "Spec, how high is your charisma stat? I don't want to have to deal with this group right now."

Specter		Spec nodded. Yes. Yes she most certainly did agree with Rinka's assessment. They'd best hurry before the vultures got to it. Pesky rats with wings, always stealing the best bits... The cake though? Perhaps she was silently hoping it would be gone. That blank face of hers revealed no preference, so who could say for certain? Specter hopped down right after Rinka, then stared back at the remnants of the manor's wall. They were just going to leave that there? It seemed... untidy. Betraying her urges, Specter carried on, following after Rinka until they hit the particularly fleshy party. Specter's blank stare dragged itself between each of them, then to Rinka, who was spouting something she didn't quite understand. She tilted her head. "I do not know." Apparently, it wasn't too high, she had the looks, she could walk the walk, but she certainly couldn't talk the talk. Rinka seemed to want them gone though, so she'd offer up a simple request. "Please disappear."

Rinka		This was a bit of a conundrum. Rinka didn't want to exert herself too much before getting to the dragon. As much as she had confidence in the cake they made with plenty of love, a dragon was a pretty strong creature. At Spec's request, the fighter let out a loud guffaw. "Y'hear that? She asked us to disappear! Guess we ha' no choice but ta disappear, right gois?" The country bumpkin accent was strong with this one. "Aight then, we'll get movin' once we get that pretty head of yours." Rinka changed her assessment of the leader's class, he was clearly going down the barbarian career path. Cue battle music. Immediately, the opposing party got into formation. They were clearly practiced, with the spellcasters in the back, rogue off the side to flank, and fighter up front. Rinka and Spec on the other hand were woefully underprepared. But Rinka had been curious to see how Spec fared in a fight. "Spec, think you could take on all of th- CRAACCK! " While Rinka was speaking, the leader had brought down his oversized sword on her head, splitting the girl's skull in a most horrifying manner. Rinka wobbled a bit, and fell down, her brains trailing all over the path - with some bits clinging to the blade that had struck her. Leaving Spec to her own devices for now. The warrior for his part looked stunned, he didn't expect it to be this easy. He looked in bewilderment to the rest of his party. Was this really the evil sorceress that had been terrorizing the area for years?

Specter		The group did not follow her request... Oh well, don't let Rinka say she didn't try. Specter's idle gaze turned to whoever was speaking, first the fighter/barbarian/bumpkin, who had a dreadfully loud voice. It was really annoying... It seemed like they were getting ready to fight for some reason, but that didn't make sense, Specter and Rinka hadn't even done anything. People were very strange... Could she go back to baking cakes now? Spec turned to Rinka, who seemed to be devising some sort of plan, it was too bad they were interrupted by a blade being buried in their skull. Specter leaned down, tilting her ear to the lifeless Rinka's body. "Yes?" She asked, hoping for a response... There was none. Specter seemed to be the least surprised one here, and calmly stood up, she felt a bit emptier now, for some reason. But she always felt quite empty. Oh well, Specter began to tilt her head towards the group, maybe she could ask again and they'd-- Was that blood? On the man's blade? Blood and some of Rinka's brain? The mere sight of the weapons thrust her into a frenzy: eyes widened, arms snapped themselves down to her side, and the normally quiet girl began to shake and quiver. Eyes dilated and a faint crackling noise could be heard beneath Specter's pale white skin. It didn't take long before both her hands erupted, the skin bursting off as a pair of humongous claws - each slightly larger than her own head - emerged. With a banshee's shriek, she swiped into the bumpbarian, making one hefty slash downwards, aiming to chop his sword arm clean off. The group was surprised at Rinka's sudden death, but perhaps they'd be more surprised to see her quiet companion now tackling down whatever remained of the fighter, continuing to wail whilst sitting right atop his hips, tearing into his chest, ripping out intestines, organs, ribs, anything her claws could manage to get a grasp of - she wouldn't stop until he was oozing more red than Rinka's cake, and even then she'd keep on going, taking him apart piece by piece, not even giving the faintest care to the rest of the party.

Rinka			It was a pretty one-sided slaughter. Spec's banshee howl didn't give the leader of the group much time to react. He barely turned around before he was set upon by the crazed girl, eyes widening in horror as he was dissected alive. The poor lad. His last sight was his spleen being torn out, the oddly shaped organ barely lasting a moment in Spec's clawed hands before being tossed aside in favour of his intestine. At least his death was relatively quick. As for the rest of the party? They wavered in indecision between running and staying to fight. On one hand, the evil sorceress' corpse was right there! All they had to do was take proof of her death and they would be rewarded handsomely. On the other hand, a crazed madwoman was tearing into their fearless leader's corpse, methodically cutting out his organs and shrieking all the while. Perhaps this was the actual evil sorceress. The rogue was the first to run, she was the closest to Spec after all. Dropping her bow, she hightailed it out of there. The wizard soon followed after her, but the poor priestess? She fell to the ground, her knees shaking and a warm pool of pee wetting her garments. Rinka for her part was gathering the bits of her brain and skull back. Picking them up like some macabre puzzle and putting them back in place, as if it was a routine chore she had to do on occasion. Of course, some bits were missing - the tiny fragments were hard to find, so she calmly cut out nice replacement bits from the dead warrior's skull. "Are you done Spec?" she asked, rubbing her temples. The whole putting herself back together trick really took a toll on her body, and she could feel the dull ache of a migraine coming on. It was doubtful if she could even make the trek to the dragon now. The sight of Rinka putting herself back together was too much for the priestess, who had fainted in shock. But this was not the end of their troubles, a dozen or more adventurers came out of the forest - surrounding the pair. For the first time in a long time, Rinka was actually in legitimate trouble! It was easier when they came in small groups, ganging up like this was unfair! "Spec, we might have to delay getting those dragon bones," Rinka ruefully told her companion. She was a sorceress, but she wasn't omnipotent.

Specter		Specter, still screaming - boy, could she be quite loud when she wanted to be - had just finished hollowing out the man's chest and now turned to the face, which she removed with one clean swipe of her ivory claws. She stared at it a moment, then haplessly tossed it backwards, leaving it to slap against a nearby tree, drooping slowly towards the ground, it looked a little frowny. Specter paid little to no mind to the rest of the group, who seemed intent on either running away or falling asleep right on the spot. It was an odd place to nap, but she wouldn't question it. There was little more to tear into now, but she still continued to flay the skin, all up until she heard Rinka's voice call her back. Spec's eyes returned to their normal, unwidened state, facing back towards the source. She paused, needing a moment to process all this... "Yes." She calmly replied, standing up from what little remained of the man's corpse. Her claws popped and crackled as they shrunk down to their original maidenly size, the skin sliding up from her forearms to cover her bony palms. It was convenient Rinka seemed to be able to piece herself together. Specter would have done it, but she got distracted. Speaking of distractions... there were a whole bunch of people coming out from the trees now. Scarlet eyes ran across them all. "Hello. Please go." She requested with a tiny wave of her hand. A greeting, and a goodbye. She was being polite here. Specter turned to her companion, nodding. "Okay. Shall we go?" And by go, she's probably means running away as fast as their little legs could take them.

Rinka		Yes, going now is probably a good idea. Rinka didn't want to get caught up in a brawl that she was unprepared for, and while Spec seemed like she was having the time of her life flaying the skin off the corpse, this was not the most convenient time to indulge in Spec's hobbies. But there were a dozen people determined to not let them go. Thankfully, Rinka prepared a spell for a time just like this. Cackling like a madwoman, she conjured gigantic green clouds of stinky gas. Really, it smelled horrible. Like someone took rotten socks and cultivated blue cheese in them in the sewer. A minor distraction, but certainly less taxing than calling down pillars of fire or summoning an army of golems to aid them. In the midst of the confusion, Rinka grabbed Spec's hand and began to run. Crossbow bolts whistled through the dense cloud of gas, a few going THUNK. Somewhere someone cried out, a likely victim of friendly fire. By the time Rinka stopped running, they had left the mass of confusion behind. Rinka for her part had three crossbow bolts sticking out of her body. Two in her back, and one on her lower left thigh. Ugly black splotches grew from where the bolts had pierced her flesh, necrosis from a poison that had coated the projectile heads. "Ah, this is not very good Spec," Rinka said, trying her best to smile. At least Spec seemed unharmed? Behind them, Rinka could already hear the shouts of the pursuers. Leaving a trail of blood wasn't really helping their escape. "You better go on first, I'm going to sit for a while." Rinka's breath was laboured, gasping as she yanked the bolts out of her body. Really, it was taking all her energy to not die right there and then. All she wanted to do was bake some cakes! This was turning out really poorly in that respect.

Specter		Running it was then. Specter's feet flew in rhythm with Rinka's own. The conjured gas smelled quite foul, but did she even smell it? She seemed to show little reaction, maybe a twitch of the snout at most. As they fled through he woods, Specter felt a few impacts to her own body. She didn't stop to check, but each was enough to make her wince; she never was one to show much reaction to these sorts of things. Rinka seemed to be slowing down though, which was decidedly not good. Expression blank as ever - but with some added panting, Specter was getting exhausted, and felt a little woozy - she looked down upon the Brunette, who seemed to be covered in stray bolts. Looking around, Specter seemed to have two jutting out of her back as well, but that was okay, she could still walk for now. The corner's of Spec's lips drooped downwards at Rinka's tone. "It is not..." No, it was most definitely not good. She seemed surprised by Rinka's request for her to go on, though maybe she shouldn't have been, Rinka said strange things all the time; they were a terrible liar too, they would obviously die if they stayed, why try to cover it up? "No... You will die." She frowned. It betrayed all known survival instincts, Rinka was likely dead, and to hoist her along would only ensure her own pointless demise as well; even so, she felt compelled to intervene, dropping down to her knees to quickly pull free several bolts from the brunette's body and hoisting them into her arms. She carried them bridal style - though it was hardly romantic, as Spec was still covered in the previous victim's guts and gore. The construct felt too worn out to run, but she could continue to limp ahead towards home - Rinka's home. Hopefully those hunters stopped following them, if they didn't? Well, they were probably dead, all because of a runaway cake.

Rinka		"Wait, I said go!" Rinka protested as she was lifted into Spec's arms, but she had no strength to do anything more than protest with her mouth. Unfortunately for Spec and her newfound bride, it did not take long for their pursuers to catch up to them. A construct weighed down by a dying girl was not the hardest quarry to corner. More crossbow bolts whistled through the forest, before one of them (presumably the leader) called out "Halt!" Spec and Rinka were encircled by ten men, like wounded deer during a hunt. At this point, Rinka noticed that they were all uniformed. Not a ragtag bunch of adventure seeking junkies like she had assumed, but trained soldiers. Cautiously, they approached their prey. "Careful, she might still have some magic in her. Let's try to get them alive." WHOOSH! Nets were launched over the pair, made of twisted metal rope. It was heavy, too heavy for a normal human to remain standing under - especially as the net was drawn taut to pin them to the ground. Rinka herself was too disoriented to think of a way out of this. She hated this. She hated being a captive. She had lived as one for far too long, and she didn't want to go back to that life. But right now, she didn't have any genius plans to get them out of this predicament.

Specter		Specter paid little mind to Rinka's objections, and continued limping, ignoring bolt after bolt whooshing by until a group of armored men forced her to stop. She'd try to cut through them, but her hands were full... Rinka was heavier than she looked, probably from all the cake. That was okay. Specter stopped dead in her tracks, heeding the voice of their presumed leader. She was well used to following orders, so it felt natural to do so, it's not like she could continue with a wall of armored men in her way. Specter remained calm, waiting, and waiting and waiting some more... all up until the metal net shoved her to the ground. Once more did her eyes widen and she let loose her wild shrieks. Spec was complacent in most things, but she hated this. She hated when people hurt her. When people kept poking and prodding and hurting her over and over. She didn't like it one bit, so she continued to flail about, her massive claws of bone springing to life once more. They were not enough to cut through the net, but still she continued to struggle and flail like a wild animal, cornered and afraid, lashing out at whatever was closest... aside from Rinka, who presumably fell right beside her.

Rinka		Spec's violent outburst did not seem to faze their captors. They just waited, watching and waiting until Spec's strength gave out. As was expected, the net didn't give way. Eventually though, they had to move on and couldn't keep waiting forever. Aiming a crossbow at Rinka, the leader of the group stared at Spec, making sure he made eye contact with the girl before speaking. "Shut it, or I'm putting a bolt through your friend's head." Rich of him to assume that they were friends, but whatever. Rinka for her part was barely conscious, but being called Spec's friend did make her happy. A small victory in this dire situation! "I'm going to count to five, and if you don't stop flailing..." THWOP the bolt flew out of the crossbow and buried itself right next to Rinka's head. "It won't miss the next time. Five." Rinka didn't mind either way, she really preferred death than to be made a captive again. "Four." But at the same time, she didn't want Spec to suffer. She had grown fond of the construct. "Three." Could Spec even comprehend those words in her current state? "Two." Oh well.

Specter		<i>Specter didn't think much onbeing called Rinka's friend, in fact, it didn't seem like she was doing too much thinking at all at the current moment, she was far too busy struggling, and far too busy screaming. Screaming so loud that she couldn't even hear herself think if she wanted to.