The Bravos rush to Fuu's aid

Becky glanced back to see the faces of her companions. Emmaline met her gaze, a righteous fury cast over her features. Balls of fire were already flickering in her hands, small for now, but more than ready to explode into a cacophonous blaze. Liv too looked ready to strike at a moment's notice. Her expression was more so one of disgust and horror, but her rifle was at the ready. It was clear that they all agreed on one thing; that Gnoll needed to die.

With her knife whipped free of it's sheath, Becky only had to give a quick nod and they charged!

"Die you gross dog thing!" Emmaline yelled as she tore free of her cover. The chieftain glanced back at her, but Fuu's pussy must have still felt rather good, since his attention was torn between her at the incoming attack--up until the moment that Emmaline brought her hands together, clapping the two fireballs together into one conical explosion of heat and pain which she blasted directly into the Chieftain's back.

The Chieftain howled and dropped Fuu immediately, the broken woman sliding down the length of his cock until she fell free to the ground in a silent and motionless slump. At once the massive furry beast rounded on Emmaline, brandishing his claws wildly even as the fur on his back still smoldered half-ablaze. Emmaline danced backward out of his reach, grinning madly as another surge of flame grew between her fingers.

As the pair danced back and forth, struggling for the upper hand, Becky made her way silently around the outer perimeter of the room. She could see Fuu's body on the ground, and while part of her wanted to rush to her friend's aid at once, she could see Fuu's chest rising and falling with even breaths. The monk would recover with time, and right now Becky's dagger was just itching to bury itself in that monster's back.

Still in the entryway, Liv was careful lining up her shot. Emmaline had the chieftain thoroughly distracted, and her rifle packed quite a punch. If she was lucky, all it would take was one shot, in through the eye and out through the back of his skull. The only trick was actually finding her opportunity. The flames that danced around Emmaline were quite the distraction, and with the two rushing forward and back, finding a confident shot was proving rather difficult. Liv took a deep breath. Patience was the better part of marksmanship, and Emmaline was nimble enough on her toes that it didn't look like the chieftain would catch her any time soon. Liv could make this work, all she had to do was focus.