Not to bad-but they don't know that

How did these things come back? What did we have to do to keep them down? As the assailing construct treies to get up-literally pulling itself together, I pounce, a charged up Touch of **** as I focus at it. Wierdly enough, I can't seem to see anything about this thing as a creature. I only see bits and pieces about it-like it's whole body was just armor covering up something-even it's filigree head some apparent decoration. So, I strike it square in the chest-where, between Panty Ripper and the Touch of **** both doing their duty, its chest panel rapidly crumbled into a green powder to reveal the center of its body. A glowing crystal of some kind-assuredly, a monster core, was visible-and that was the actual creature, controlling the shell by pulling on all the wires that ran through it's cage-like middle. It tries to cover its newly revealed weak spot up, but it wasn't fast enough to stop me from pulling it out and holding it up. "Have to get these to stop them!" I yelled before crushing the one in my grip, and then turning around to check the injured goblin while my teammates move on to the other.

Watching her HP fall, but the bleed slowly decrease in intensity, I could tell this wasn't a fatal wound. It would be very unpleasantly close, probably have a painful recovery without some magical assistance, but nothing a few Heals couldn't patch up. However, I couldn't blame someone for thinking otherwise-being run through like that plus her panicking and profuse bleeding could give someone the more distinct impression that she was done for. As I begin to move my hands to while beginning my casting, an idea crosses my mind-and I move instead to start peeling off her ill-fitting armor, likely some attempt to fit her old gear to her new frame. She stutters through unnecessarily shallow breaths "wha-wha-wha...." before be went back to gritting her teeth and looking down at me and her wound. As I took a breasts in one of my hands, she tensed up a bit-only to relax after a moment of me doing nothing to make her condition worse.

Soon, I feel something sharp pressed against the back of my neck-Arete's dagger while as the other three wisely stand nowhere near this this. "Yes-what exactly are you doing?" This looked bad, but I'd already been brewing up an excuse before I'd started this. "She's hurt bad-so I'm resorting to a little trick. Because of my god, my spells are strongest on those at the height of ecstasy. Now if you'd stop threatening me so I can back to saving her..." I met his glare with a cold one of my own-watching questions and and a bit of disgust both appear to cross his face. Both, fortunately, they went unsaid as he took his pulled his blade back-though still held it tightly. My lips soon moved on to the more pleasing duty of attending to one of her nipples, the soft skin on my lips as I started some of my fingers towards her nethers.