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With their attacks landing on the tank instead of the boss himself, the strikes landed their mark. The tank received several fracture marks as the force of the impact of their attacks were met with a shout from the quiet man. Sure, they weren't noticeable, but it did show that they had found a weak spot to focus on. Morgana spun back around to the leader, complete with a taunting smirk and a middle finger shown his way. "Sorry to break your oversized sippy cup, fatass, but you're toast. I'd start groveling before things get broken." Although it was a good way to infuriating him, the man's next actions weren't exactly what the quest would consider "saving the level ones." [break][break]

The same weird ass liquid tentacles that had taken the life out of her first freed prisoner returned in spades. Numerous tentacles latched themselves onto the mass of the others. Just like what happened before, bodies had their life or energy, whatever it was called, siphoned out and Morgana helped Tristan fire off another few rounds of magic at the energy tank while the boss was less than thrilled about their display of vandalism. With a few kicks from Mr. Needlemouse, the tank burst and dribbled it's contents all over the floor and coated some of floor in the room with its goopy contents. She was out of breath with the last few rounds, and let out a soft groan while watching the color drain from the other guy’s hands. He didn't seem too happy about losing that little class of his, and was quickly followed up by Tristan delivering a final blow against him. The big guy's body fell to the ground in a defeated clump, far from the strong man he had been for who knows how long. The goth normally would have floated about and offered her speedy boy with congratulations, had it not been for the near depletion of her magic. [break][break]

"Fuck, I think I overexerted myself." Morgana's form wobbled in place. Her entire body felt a chill, alongside what felt like a dire thirst as if she hadn't drank anything for days. The small number of lower levels had made it fairly easy for them to wrap this thing up and call the mission a success. The only thing stopping them was the wall with a hole blown into it from before, which Tristan asked if she could bring down. Morgana huffed and looked at the wall in front of them. "I'm down for a bit after this, so it's on you. One hole coming up." She focused on the wall with all her might, hand outstretched and trembling. The wall remained sturdy at first but soon began to shake in place as the goth's magic had worked its way inside. Once she felt a connection present, Morgana threw her hand to the side as the wall was torn off and revealed their exit from this place. [break][break]

She, on the other hand, nearly dropped onto her knees and held onto Tristan for support. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder while she tried to steady herself. "There. I'll catch up in a minute. Just get these people outta here." She said shortly as the feeling of lightheadedness continued. "Now get that cute ass of yours moving, T. I don't think the guards are going to just let us go." Morgana tried to chuckle, though still drained of energy, only came out to a smirk while she slowly removed herself from Tristan and found a wall to lean on for a moment. [break][break]

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] Tristan Wu

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Blast, blast, blast, there was only one real thing Morgana could really do considering how many spiders appeared to be crawling out of the woodworks to attack them. Hopefully one of her abilities was something that would be a multi target attack rather than just being handed a pea shooter and told to start blasting fools. She exerted herself a good amount, but wasn't out just yet. Maybe ignoring that [WIL] stat was going to backfire on her one of these days. Until then, she'd just continue on pumping everything into the more important stats. Spider guts and limbs sprayed across the wall as one unlucky fella just got a brand new hole punched in his furry little thorax. Limbs fell slowly to the ground while her eyes went over to the pleads of Arcana. [break][break]

"Coming!" Morgana stepped up to the two large spiders who were burning alive and trying to smash down the other girl's card shield. The goth took a step up and stood on top of one of the other spider while taking aim at the other. "Sorry, boys. We're not on the menu." A hand waved to the right, firing off a wave of darkness blasts at the head of the on other spider. The arachnid stumbled backwards away from Arcana while the heat from the exoskeleton of the one Morgana was standing on caused her to jump off. On the way down, she kicked the head of the second one until it was away enough, then blasted it with a well timed magic attack. With her two attackers taken care of, the goth groaned and stood back up. [break][break]

"You okay?" Her attention turned back to Arcana, her stoic and apathetic tone showing just a hint of concern in her voice. Being poisoned by any spider, let alone these, was quite the experience. She wouldn't wish that on her worst enemy, and had wanted to make sure Arcana wouldn't worry that pretty little head of hers. "I'm gunna take the longest shower after this. Last time it took me an entire hour to get bug guts out of my hair." She said in an annoyed voice, wiping some gunks of spider out of her ebony hair and onto the floor below with an annoyed huff. It was going to be another long night of self care of cleaning up at this rate. [break][break]

She turned back down some of the hallways and then went over to gaze at where the spiders had been coming from, now silent. "I don't hear anybody else. Think we cleared them all out?"

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] Arcana

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Her first freed prisoner managed to get up with a horrified expression on his face. Not exactly the thanks that she had been expecting, but Morgana wasn't really somebody to expect such grandstanding when there was a fight nearby. "You alright?" she asked just in time to see the strangest thing she had seen in a couple of days. The poor man's body would be siphoned by the silent boss without so much as a care in the world. She watched as his life force dwindled until he dropped dead far before his body hit the ground. Her brow arched in confusion, turning her back just in time. "Ugh, of course it's never this e-" She spun around just in time before a beam was fired at her. She dove to the side of the last moment, landing in a crumpled mess on the ground. [break][break]

"Fuck me, that stings." A hand went to her side to clutch at reddened skin. Morgana inhaled through grit teeth while standing back up and inspecting the wound. It hurt like hell, but nothing too major so far. Just tearing off her armor partly as her right hip was fully exposed to the world. "I'm thinking..." She pushed herself back onto her feet while trying to think of a plan. T couldn't really land a hit on this guy as he was teleported, and he seemed able to just siphon whatever energy he was using out of these level ones. Suddenly the reason for hunting lower levels was all coming together in her head. It was ingenious, a source of energy you could amass quickly and have an endless supply of. [break][break]

Her eyes went towards the energy tank that their enemy was putting his energy inside of. If they couldn't really smack this guy, maybe they could rough up his stuff a little. "New plan: We smash that tank full of liquid and see where that gets us." The gothic witch aimed her attention onto the energy reserve that the man was hooked up to and began to fire off another series of darkness infused spells at the liquid tank inside of the room. [break][break]

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Whelp, so much for their little roleplay here. Morgana could at least take her arms out from behind her after they were getting sore. A pregnant pause made the three of them just stare at one another in confusion, before then deciding that it was time to start fighting. Morgana was ready to start firing off hexes towards the man in the freaky ass jacket, but Tristan instead lifted her by the waist. The act of which cause a faint red color to appear on the witch's cheeks. "H-Hey! What're you-" She was thrown into the air as her levitation offered a wide view of the room they were in, and more notably, the large ass beam coming from the boss of the operation. [break][break]

T was faster on his feet and launched into an offensive against the boss man here. His question asked made Morgana consider their circumstances and think twice about what kind of choice would be the best here. Sure just attacking a chair ridden man would be easy, so why not sweeten the deal a little? Everybody here had some excess anger to vent out. "Go for the big guy. I'll start cracking these bindings." Morgana collected herself enough to lower back down and hover near the ground from midair. Her hands went to pick at the metal bindings for the level ones currently in the room with them and using her magic blasts to try and break the chains that had been keeping them contained. [break][break]

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] Tristan Wu

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"Arcana huh? I didn't take you for a tarot card enthusiast." Morgana teased the smaller woman who didn't share the same distaste for spiders as she had. At least these ones didn't seem poisonous on a first glance! She had moxie, something with Morgana could respect. Maybe a little bit too gungho on stomping into a spider cave as a way to kill an evening or so. Morgana wasn't one to complain much about an excuse to blast something with magic, so she was more than willing to follow her into the web ridden abyss that was this spider hole. "Lead the way, Arcana." With that, the two began their deep dive. [break][break]

The moment both women stepped foot inside of the cave, cobwebs and egg sacs were everywhere. It wasn't thick enough to act as a wall preventing their journey inside, but if neither of them had anything to cut it with or hell, burn it, they were going to have quite the short journey. Morgana walked behind Arcana, and spent her time freaking out from walking into another barely visible cobweb or spitting out a stray strand of webbing that had wandered to close to her black lips. They soon stumbled across a fork on the road with two ways to go and not an answer to to where each led. [break][break]

However, as Arcana turned to face her, Morgana noticed something suspicious peeking out of the hole behind her. It could have been mistaken from a black strand of hair but very quickly made itself known from the hole. She wasted no time in raised her hand in Arcana's direction while black, hexen energy began to emanate from her opened palm. After a minute of charging or so, Morgana unleashed a quick blast of magic at the spider behind Arcana. It was subsequently blown to chunks while she walked forward to inspect the damage. "Almost got you there. You okay?" she asked, then remembering why they had stopped. "And yeah, we should head left. Mind burning down that all for us? My magic's good for making people miserable, not burning down things." [break][break]

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Well, this was a pretty bleak sight inside. Just more guards standing in place and even more level 1s either being whipped, being led somewhere that wasn't pleasant, or just resting in place and watching as Tristan pushed her further and further towards what was hopefully not their certain demise. Morgana's eyes wandered around while messing with the stud in her tongue as they eventually came up to a pair of large doors at the end of the hall, just as promise. The two of them pushed on through just in time to come face to face with what was the strangest sight yet inside of this whole freaky ass compound. [break][break]

There was a small crowd of prisoners here and some lone, official looking man sitting on the couch, but behind him as some strange tank of some kind. Liquid slowly filled up the space inside of it, a slight blue in color. Morgana's eyes narrowed on him, inspecting it for any kind of foul deeds or what have you. Her focus was interrupted by the man on the couch questioning Tristan on why the two of them were brought here. She frowned, and looked back at Tristan while the man on the sofa and him conversed. She, however, would be much more outspoken and cut straight to business. [break][break]

"Let me go!" she feigned anger at Tristan, looking back to the leader on the sofa. "I don't know what the fuck you freaks are doing here, but you won't get away with it!" [break][break]

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] Tristan Wu

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He didn't really give much of a plan, just pointing in some direction. Her head swiveled over to where the boy had pointed at and without any fanfare, he was off and rocketed over to one of the spots near the outpost that wasn't well guarded compared to the other spots. His speed was something else, much faster than her own! But the pale woman wasn't exactly slow on her feet either, as she went to followed behind him. "Looks like our little entrance has caught some attention." Morgana mused, flashing a smirk over to Tristan as sounds of footsteps and heavy, thundering slams could be heard from the compound. It made sense that somehow, there could be a few ways people would notice their actions inside of their little money making opportunity here. Two players had already spotted what they were up to and barreled towards them both with a clear malice in their eyes. Tristan gave the order which she was more than happy to oblige. [break][break]

He distracted the guy on the right wih a quick punch, allowing her ample time to get a spell ready and going. With that same magic from before, the goth hurled another bolt of magic at the guy, though it hadn't downed him completely. "Tough guy, huh?" She taunted, motioning for him to come at her, which the man obliged. A series of weaponry came from behind him, blades and knives of all kinds. They swarmed around him body, weapons storming around the woman. Blades shot from every angle while Morgana did her best to dodge around them all. She narrowly avoided a rapier impaling her enough time to catch sight of Tristan finishing off his target. She waited for her time to strike, then blasted the man with another dark spell, felling him with a sigh. Her attire had some cuts and Morgana and picked up a few cuts here and there, but it beat the alternative. "Sorry, I had a strong one." [break][break]

Morgana watched as Tristan climbed up as she just did her thing and floated off of the ground, levitating up beside him. The view waiting for them both was pretty dire looking. Level 1s looking skeletal, barely even surviving. Her eyebrows raised somewhat, though her stoic face expressed a mild disinterest. "This is pretty fucked up." She commented to Tristan, looking over at the area surrounding them. Only a few guards and oppressors were watching over the outside, which meant that the others were all inside. Morgana looked over at her plus one, then began to mull over a plan. [break][break]

"Don't have much of a plan, but I figure some of these folks aren't skilled with fighting enough to help. The moment we go in and start blasting, every guard is going to gun for us. See those doors around? I've seen a couple of the guards walk in. Must be their entrance in and out. If we can seal them up, we might have a chance to have some breathing room. Or, we could do a little undercover work. I'm pale enough to pass as one of these guys. Could say that you want in with me as your offering. Whatever you wanna do, T."

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] Tristan Wu