[] Try and cut the daemons off
-[] In your true Form
Eh, you've already shown your true form, why bother switching now?
So with that decided you once more activate your flight spell and just for good measure you also activate your speed tattoo.
Roll: 93 +10 magic + 10 (tattoo)! = 113, crit!
In short order, you have already managed to surge ahead of the fleeing monsters. You turn to face them and relish the moment as you watch the previously graceful sauntering forms of the hermaphrodite monstrosities suddenly skid to a halt and collide with each other.
They look at you their appearances first going from confused, to seductive than to fear once more as you continue to stare at them without the slightest hint that their weird aura or musk is having any effect on you at all.
And then...
"BOO!"
Roll: 89 +12 (killed their boss) = 101, crit!
You watch in uproarious amusement as the daemons once more panic and try to flee
Roll: 4 + 12 (blessing of excess) = 16, failure!
Only to run headfirst into a horde of pissed off elves.
Roll: 42 + 12 (blessing of excess) = 54
Who you find are actually seeming to have a bit of trouble with dealing with the crab, demon, women...things. Maybe its exhaustion on the part of the defenders, maybe it's whatever the demonic equivalent of an adrenaline response finally kicking in from fear to give the beasties an edge but whatever it is the elves seem to be struggling in the wake of it.
Well, two can play at that game!
Roll: 41 + 10 (magic adrenaline rush) +10 (super strength tattoo) = 63!
Your claws lash out shredding demons in your wake, heads are bitten off your opponents while others get the experience what a dragon tail bitch slap feels like when your opponent really wants to hurt you.
Roll: 51
Slowly inch by inch the enemy begins to be encircled and crushed between you and the elves.
Once more they try to make a break for it...
Roll: 34 + 12 (blessings of excess) = 46, fail!
But it's too little too late and a few minutes later it's all over as the last of the demons is finally run through by the stab of an elegant blade wielded by an elf. For a moment a look of profound relief and happiness is etched on his face...
Then he looks back up and spots your scaly visage and promptly proceeds to tense up again, something which also soon happens throughout all the rest of the elves before you.
Right then, what to say and/or do to get them to calm down?
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