Fight:Ymheshphilun Bites Off More Than He Can Chew

Ymheshphilun attacks Kelay Tavern, and ends up getting thrashed thoroughly.

The RP

Suddenly, there was some sort of commotion from outside. A sound like the earth tearing apart, a drunken scream, a large *crunch* noise and then... silence. Then--then. How horrible it is to see waking dead; how gruesome the faces of those long gone loved ones reanimated with hatred. Half a dozen undead humans strode through the doors of Kelay Tavern, each in various states of decay, wearing different types of clothing. None wielded weapons, though the determined, contemptuous looks on their faces spoke of how hard they would fight. Only after the sixth one had passed through the swinging gateway did their master appear. Blacker than a moonless night, more grotesque than the undead minions who walked before him, more evil than the shadows themselves; Ymheshphilun, The Abomination, Destroyer and Omega. The massive centipede crawled through the doors, then reared up to a height of eleven feet, towering over most of the people in the room. His three soulless eyes stared unblinkingly around the room, taking in everything, triple pits of unceasing darkness that seemed to pull you in. His claws snapped ominously, his jaws made a grinding, salivating, venomous sound. His legs pulsed in hideous waves down the sides of his body, in anticipation of anything that may happen.

Lenobia places a hand on her shoulder after she sees their doubt effected her, "But honestly, if it makes you happier, it should not matter what we all think about it, Sammi."

Keturah tilted her head, gaze passing thoughtfully over her warder. "I do hope I do not cause too much trouble for you, Drael." She wrinkled her nose, fingers toying idly against the fabric of her blouse. It was hidden beneath those folds that a mark of one of her largest accounts of 'trouble' laid on a chain about her throat. In a moment her hand had fallen again, resting in her lap. "As far as boundaries go with that particular kitten.. I think.. I doubt that he would stay away, yes?" With a sigh, the lycaness leaned back in her chair, eyes lifting to the ceiling. "Plans for tonight~?" Her plans had rather been spoiled by the absence of the person she had sought, but it was trivial now. Fussing with her sleeve, the woman turned her focus back to the human. "There's a library I haven't been to yet. I think. I was going to go find it on my own.. but-" Keturah cut herself off, shaking her head quickly. "Ah. That was what I was thinking. Libraries are generally peaceful, yes? I need a break for a night." Of course, she'd said this without noticing the arrival of the massive centipede. Inattentiveness- the druid's forte.

Sammi said to Lenobia, "But it does! My friend mean more to me than my own happiness!"

Kain growls and moves in front of Sammi, as he draws his sword. "Darn bug." Keeping watch over the reanimated, he called over his shoulder. "Ye watch yerself lass. Think I'm gonna be a bit busy. Be nice if yer boss were here now." Lopping the arm off the closest of the walking dead, he kicked the zombie back, then shouted.

Rhoswen was about to comment on Sammi's apology, when the ruckus from outside drew her attention. What on earth was the horrid sound? The weary half breed stood, releasing Sammi from her grasp, and positioning herself between her young friend and the door, sensing something vile was approaching. And how right she was. The undead human's were gruesome enough, but their master was enough to send chills down the alabaster haired beauty's spine, "Sammi," She whispered, "Stay down..." She could sense this being had ill will towards any and all in the tavern, and was not about to let her friends get harmed, but she was still weak from earlier exploits. So she was not sure how much help she could be.

Lenobia stares up at the huge centipede with wild fear in her eyes. She turns back around to tell to Sammi, "There is no way out of here, he is blocking it. Hide into another room." She told to both Sammi and Rose in the most quiet tone she could so the centipede will not hear.

Kain shouted, "A bounty 'o ten thousand gold coins 'n some powerful body armor ta whoever kills this freakin' bug, 'n brings me the corpse!"

Sammi looks up and makes eye contact with the bug. At that her entire frame crumples and she lets out a whimper of raw terror, curling up into a tight ball as tears start to flow freely

Jerralith said to Kain, "I'll do it."

Drael half listens to Keturah's words, his eyes--the same violent swirl of grays and blacks--are not on the female, yet firmly set 'pon the form of this Centipede, thing. How disgusting. The Swordsman glances down to his boot, as if to size up his opponent--a bug--compared to his size eleven. This would be a tough job, oh yes, should the thing attack that is. Anyways, his attention soon swivels back to his female companion, a look of questioning in his eyes, before he speaks in his serene voice, "A library… no trouble there, I'd wager." The nod of his head is a simple enough gesture as to his agreement in what they were doing. Within his peripherals he keeps that fowl group of undead-beasties, including their too-big-to-be-true leader. A centipede!

Diyuir pushes the taverns doors open allowing them to smack into the wall of the establishment. The Wood Elf was donned in his usual Guardians plating and held his Comedic mask tightly between his fingers. Seeing a post on the board brought a frown to his face yet he placed his things on the table and then wrote a quick reply before returning to his seat and laying Fortis Animus across the table before simply staring to the floor.

Lenobia grasps onto Sammi's hand, "Please get up! I will take you to hide. You will be safer. Please Sammi." She pleads with her.

Kain said to Sammi, "Yer own happiness should be more important then any 'o us, but stayin' safe be the most important at this moment."

Sammi grips Lenobia hand tightly, posibly hard enough to hurt pulling close to her friend, shaking hard.

Rhoswen turned to crouch beside Sammi, whispering to the girl in hushed tones. Her orders then are issued to Lenobia.

Rhoswen whispered something to Sammi.

Diyuir suddenly takes note of the rather large centipede and his minions and simply arches a brow. How the muffin did he miss that?

Lenobia pulls her close and leads her to another room of the tavern, "We'll be safer, I will do all I can to protect you my friend." She says to her, trying to calm her.

Sammi nods absently

Rhoswen whispered something to Lenobia.

Agoyoanye grips her child tightly as the zombies near her and her child. Hissing the female shows her fangs growing in fear of the next moves.

Lenobia shouts to Diyuir, "No Sir Diyuir, this beast is too strong! Run!"

Jerralith draws both of his short axes, his fingers finding the grips as he sizes up the giant insect.

Rhoswen seeing the woman and child in danger, summoned her energy and sent a bolt of flame toward the undead as she rushed to her clanmate's aid. She kicked back the undead minion as it blazed.

Diyuir allows his soulless gaze to cast towards Lenobia and simply chuckles before looking to the large beast. He felt no fear from the creature. It was a work of nature. He admired it. Yet the zombies themselves simply began to stink up the place. Raising to his feet the man moved slowly to the room Lenobia had chosen and chuckled.

Agoyoanye stands behind Rhoswen. Spotting the others running into the store room she does the same.

Keturah would not receive her break from anything, it seemed. The smell of decay hit her overly sensitive nose before her eyes would turn toward the monster-creature and its apparent horde. Eyes widened, fingers grasping for the cloth of her pants. Truly a sight she had not expected to meet, and one that drained a dark complexion of its color quickly. "Drael." A whisper, as if she had not thought the human to see it yet. Odd that she had not been afraid of insects before, yet the magics of necromancy and the arrival of a far too giant creature had her heart pounding in its cavity. She stood slowly, brows bunching together. To think she had wanted a quiet evening.

Kain, seeing that Sammi was being taken care of, bull rushed through the undead in an effort to get to Agoyoanye. Shoulder tackling the first that got in his way, and plowing full tilt into the next, he slammed it into the wall. Staggering back a few steps, he blocked one attack, then lopped the zombie in half, shivering in revulsion as the top half dragged itself toward him, before he stomped on it's head. "Bad place ta be with a babe, Doc," he called out, turning to the next threat, and looking over to make sure Sammi was still alright.

Ymheshphilun stared around at the reactions to his arrival with mixed feelings. Satisfaction, mainly--those around him were mostly afraid, as it should be. But there was also anger, and hatred, as well as contempt. There was no regret or repentance, however, and thus his minions attacked. Surrounding that annoying dwarf, Kain, and ripping at his armor, trying to pull it off, as well as possibly disarm him. Their grips were unyielding, being totally focused on their job. Meanwhile, the Dark One With An Unpronouncable Name looked around for another target. Someone was standing in front of him with twin axes, fingering them, readying his body for an attack. He would get one--oh yes, he'd get one--but perhaps not the one he was expecting. Ymheshphilun unleashed a polyphonic wall of sound at Jerralith--a blast of sonic vibrations intensely focused on the man, aimed to stun him at least--possibly even make him black out. Nearby dishes rattled, and a few cups spilled their contents. At the same moment, webbing like that of a spider's shot from the top five pairs of his legs--those endlessly pulsating, multitudinous legs--in an attempt to entangle the potential threat, rendering him harmless.

Kain slashed, punched, and even head-butted the undead swarming him. Turning one way, then the other, he slowly whittled their numbers down, though it was certainly a pain to keep them off of him. Catching a very short break, he leaped up and rolled over a table. Coming down on the other side, he flipped it up and shoved, knocking two of them back. With one incinerated, and a second cleaved in twain with it's head crushed, he began to gain a edge over their numbers, for the moment at least. Cleaving the left hand off of one, he shield bashed a second, while the other two attempted to scramble around the makeshift wall that had shoved them back.

Rhoswen turned to look at the multitude of corpses attacking her dwarven friend. "Kain!" She shouted, as though he did not know he was being pried at by cold, dead hands. Then, "Brace yourself!" She aimed her hands at the nearest of the corpses, sending out a blast of fire that was far smaller than she had hoped. The six inch in diameter ball of flame sailed toward the nearest foe, but would harm none of the others, and certainly was no threat to Kain. She muttered a curse under her breath, a rare thing for her, which just went to show how frustrated she was at the moment. She would have to result to nonmagical forms of combat. Sweeping her leg up in a kick, she moved to knock the head from one of the minion's shoulders.

Drael immediately rises to his feet 'pon witnessing Keturah's obvious fear for the creatures that just previously entered the venue. Dashing, or brave, some might say, he slides the table away from its previous place of rest, only to abridge the gap that was created betwixt the pair in a matter of seconds. The sound of steel--hissing with white-hot rage--tears into the ruckus already crashing within. The sentinel of Keturah, he stands, brandishing his blade, heralding to that in which he would wreak. Albeit, he does not stand with a steadfastness that is common with him. No, he stands languid before the sight of the ragtag group of Undead, and it's leader. "Fear not, Keturah. Keep hidden." His words as delicate as a whisper, and intended as such. His lazy march begins, rounding 'pon the flanks of the supposed leader of the bunch. Before long, his measured steps quicken, giving him the appearance of a blinding blur of black, and hissing white steel. Soldier, weapon in hand, leaps towards the back of the gigantic bug, intent on mounting it. However, the worst is not yet over, as the white-hue brand is tossed about, only to be caught in a reverse hold by the Human; that blade nearly screams with desire as it comes right for the beastie's flanks.

Jerralith takes heed of the incoming wall of sound well before it comes into contact with him, bringing both of the runed axes in close to his body. As if in response to the threat, the inscriptions upon the weapons writhe to life, moving and pulsing with a strange viridian hue; when the burst of sonic force finally impacts, the runic weapons bear the brunt of the blow, though the spell blade is still sent screeching back on his feet, grinding them to the floorboards to an eventual halt just before a potential impact with the wall behind. With the sticky shot of webbing following, the former drow slave starts a run, leaping into the air and bringing his axes to bear, slicing through it with relative ease and sending the remains to the floor with a sickly sort of 'plop'. Sizing up how best to approach the beast with a simply confounding name, the gears turn within Jerralith's head as he returns a single axe to its respective loop and approaches the brobdingnagian beast from it's left side - a pale crimson aura engulfs Jerra's left hand before a simplistic ball of flame zips for the centipede's face, most intending to blind and disorient him than harm. In a follow up, Jerralith makes a swift swipe for a pair of the nearest throbbing appendages of the gigantic insect, the peculiar metal of the axe little more than a blur as it aims to hack them off.

Kasyr 's entrance is but a blur of motion. Slamming into the still closing door just moments after Keslin steps inside, the hybrid spares little time in glancing about the room- doing his best to catch sight of both screamed out bounty, and whatever auxiliary threats might exist. And oh, what joy flickers across the tiefling's features as he catches sight of the horrors running rampant in the tavern. Not a moment more is wasted, the hybrid speeding across the room towards a straggler of the undead mob- the tiefling slamming shoulder first into the undead abberation. Even as re-animated bone cracks, and the tenuous hold of rotting flesh gives way, the damned creation is given no quarter- the hybrid catching the zombie by a now airborne ankle. Caught as such, it's not long that it's swung up above the vampiric tiefling's head, if only so that he can promptly rip it in town above his head, in a gory spectacle of raining entrails. "Ah, that gets the blood flowing, quand meme."

Kasyr said to Keslin, "...Kill something, Lady. The target, or auxilary. Prove yourself, oui?"

Keslin enters, and appraises the situation. She frowns, and with a flick of her wrist is holding a very thin strait blade. She looks for an opening, waiting to strike even as she attempts to move behind the great insect...and mentally making a note never to eat here again...the bugs here were HUGE!

Kain cleaves down another of the undead, then calls out, "It be strong all over, but the eyes be it's weak point!", then shoves back the next of the undead. Not many left now, but still too many to ignore, as every last one of the cretins seemed intent on attacking him.

Six undead had entered the building, and now three remained. They shifted targets, surrounding Rhoswen, punching and reaching to strangle. They did not speak a word or make an utterance during their assault. Ymheshphilun was slightly startled that his attempt at sound attack was ineffectual, and that his webs didn't do any harm, either. Two legs lost would not impair the beast in the slightest, though it would most probably be painful. Dashing to the side with a speed most would find impossible, he managed to evade the blow--mostly. The last four inches or so of the pair of legs were hacked off by the runed blades. A simultaneous benefit of twisting to the side--Drael's leap was no longer correctly aimed for straddling the gargantuan beast's back, and he would probably strike at an odd angle and bounce off--probably. Whirling now, curling his body around Jerralith, he squeezed like a python, trying to crush the lycan in his coils. He stared the other man, Drael, in the eyes--unblinkingly, a way of saying "You're next."

Veriun abruptly appears, sweeping a layer of invisibility away from his form. Suddenly he was standing practically next to Kain, ignoring the surrounding threat. "It's a insect, brother. It has a number of further weaknesses," he says with his piercing gaze focused directly on the beast. He required no comment, entrance or such, acting entirely casual despite the situation

Keslin smiled as the great bug coiled itself around someone, limiting it's movement greatly. Keslin rushed forward and leaped using a chair to boost her higher aiming to land with both feet on the great bugs back.

Kain said to Veriun, "Well, why don't ye, *cleaves another zombie's arm off* let us know what they be, bro?"

Rhoswen bit her lip as the undead turned themselves on her. The number had been decreased by now, but she was still weary, and not sure she would be a match in direct combat. Before she had had the element of surprise on her side. Still she aimed a kick for the nearest of the zombies, right toward it's rotting gut. As she did so another grabbed hold of her about the neck, dragging her back. She struggled against the foul creature, driving an elbow back into it's chest cavity, where once a heart had beat.

Drael does indeed clash against the Centipede's hide, only to slide off the side of the now writhing beast. To his surprise, his weapon was of no avail at meeting flesh, whilst still burning fiercely across the flanks of the Centipede; a horrendous burn, no doubt, would sear severely, as well as mark it. The Swordsman only tilts his head, a charcoal brow raised in clear mock defiance of the 'look' that he had received from the Centipede--the thing was not intimidating at all! A flash of steel once more, he charges at his foe with reckless abandon, his weapon swings about to be held properly, the momentum of the brand continues in a sweeping swipe at the midsection of Ymheshphilun; his hopes, a potential one hit win. It was a clear target, and a preoccupied one, at that.

Veriun simply walks past the undead, passing by chairs and tables, most of the tossed around or crushed, probably, with a pondering manner. "I suppose you're bound to figure it out. I'll use a loophole and give you a clue," he says, and stops, making a by-gone-mannered indication at the giant centipede. "Just like skin, exoskeleton has a limited mass and is weaker upon certain places," he says in a casual tone, sitting down on one of the yet to be ruined chairs, "though unlike skin; it consists of 'plates'."

Keturah would take another step back before she'd offer her nod. The writhing dead were more than enough to instill terror, and how she hated that part of her that recoiled. Gaze moved first toward her Guard before slicing toward the group fending off the undead. Biting against her lip, fingers flitted toward the druid's waist, drawing her curved dagger. Her warder had given her warning, but alas, her kin might have needed her. Booted heels clattered against the floorboard as the druidess began her sprint toward the group of dead who had targeted Rhoswen; specifically the one who had grabbed the Halfling from behind. Inexperience with the blade had her at a disadvantage as she reached them, yet the lycan strength burning through the thin veins of her arms gave her strike power as steel collided with corroded flesh of an undead's throat. She would be hard pressed to remove her dagger before the creature, still in animation would turn toward her as well.

Kain pulls his knife and launches it at Ym's eye, then turns his attention back to the undead, now assailing Rhoswen. Rushing forward, he swept low, hewing the legs out from under one of them, then shoved back on the face of the one holding her.

Jerralith grunts as the sickening creature manages to wrap around his form, indeed restricting his movement quite a bit. The pressure that follows is intense, but not so intense that the spell blade cannot gather all of his will into an effort to get out of the centipede's coiled grip; allowing his eyes to droop shut, almost as if accepting a darker fate, Jerra begins a low chant beneath his breath, likely unheard above the chaotic din of battle engulfing the establishment. Focusing his somewhat limited proficiency with magic into a single effort, a strange miasma gathers about the lycan, almost as if a fog has begun rolling into the tavern - with it comes a palpable cold, the icy embrace of the wisp-like curls enveloping the giant beast in the immediate area Jerralith is incarcerated within. All of the sudden, the bitter miasma intensifies, the runes along the axe he still holds clearly assisting in him casting the spell as the spell becomes imminent to impacting upon the target area of the centipede, clearly capable of freezing limbs solid and more, or at least enough to offer Jerralith the chance to escape; his face does appear to be growing a not so natural color as the grip intensifies and the spell concludes.

Kain said to Veriun, "Aye, get between the plates, 'n it not be so tough. Still easier said then done with it movin' 'bout like that. Still, think it be in trouble this time."

Lenobia watches the battle from a window looking in.

Kasyr basks in the carnage for a few more moments, eyes glazing over from the almost drug like effect the violence was having on him in that moment. And yet, it wasn't enough. it was far too little, lacking- without sustenance. And so, the tiefling begins to move once more, a step, two...and then his right hand flicks out towards the back of a zombies head fingers first. It is not flesh that meets the undeads flesh however, a gauntlet of a chitinous black material oozing into existance around the hybrids arm mid thrust. It's the sharpened digits of this odd weapon that pierce the undead minions skull- burrowing their way through the bone with a hunger akin to maggots- if only to be violently drawn inwards by a simple forceful clench of a fist. An action that would also serve to implode the back of the monstrosities head, by virtue of the hybrids raw strength, "Whoops." And barely skipping a beat, the tiefling would then promptly hurl the body off towards the sole zombie standing (His isn't really standing since it's not exactly a leg-up, in the world...and all.). Whether or not this worsens things for the halfing and her lycan companion, the tiefling simply brushes off his hands and saunters off towards the giant centipede monster. "Heeeeey~ This looks fun."

Kain turns his attention to the centipede, after finishing off the last of the zombie parts that still could prove to be a threat. "Round three bug! This is where you go down!" Kicking a flopping arm out of the way, he moved to a flanking position, wondering where his knife disappeared to as he moved.

Ymheshphilun felt the bitter cold against his form, and took no notice of it at first, only squeezing tighter--but then, the utter absence of heat at the center of his attack became deadly. With an unearthly screech, it nearly jumped away from the spell blade, removing itself as quickly as possible. The brand from earlier went mostly unfelt--extreme heat wasn't a weakness of his. The burning blade hit him in a particularly weak point--between two armored plates. It went deep, though not too deep--the centipede was still in one piece afterward. He made a gnashing sound, and pulled his tail end into the building. With a skittering, whispering noise like a small army marching to war, he swung the back half at Drael, extending his stinger. Should he make contact, a venom that would instantly cause blood to (literally) flame would be injected. The rapid jerk that had disengaged him from Jerralith would cause Kain's knife to miss, bouncing off an armored part. A further attack on the lycan was made--a claw, more thickly armored than most of the rest of his body, swung in his direction, and thrust forward, aiming to grab and crush the attacker.

The undead were mostly trashed by now. Only one remained fully functional, and even he was rapidly getting outnumbered and overpowered. Despite being relentless (some of the zombies continued to attack, even though they were charred or hopelessly crippled) they weren't particularly powerful.

Kain grinned behind his gore splattered face guard, seeing a wound opened between two of the armored plates. Taking a moment to catch his breath, as he waited for his opening, he circled slowly, shield upraised. Once the creature was fully inside, he decided against going for the wound, and instead grabbed a stool and flung it at the claw aimed at the lycan, in an effort to ruin it's aim. Then he rushed for the wound between the plates and attempted to open it further.

Jerralith is a bit winded from the anaconda-esque constriction, the proper color slowly returning to his cheeks as the claw encroaches upon his form. Clearly not willing to deal with the business end of the armored appendage, the lycan instantly hits the ground and narrowly avoids the thudding 'click' of the claw above; rolling back to a safe distance, Jerralith snaps to his feet and relies on adrenaline more than his tired muscles at this point as he seemingly charges the centipede, drawing forth the other axe he'd put away earlier so that both of the sister weapons lie within his hands. Just a set of feet before the gargantuan beast, the spell blade leaps onto a table and bounds off of it, his feet taking purchase of the wooden structure for only a moment before he bounds toward the sickening insect brazenly, the right handed axe sweeping across for the unpronounceable abomination's sizable throat, while the other cleaves toward his chest, aiming to take advantage of what's likely a softer underbelly as opposed to the hardened carapace assumedly covering much of the rest of its body.

Rhoswen gasped for breath as the zombie that had been strangling her was dispatched, and the other was being dealt with as well. She summoned the last of her mana to send flames searing towards the remaining undead, hoping to finish him off. She was exhausted now, and leaned against a nearby wall as she regarded the centipede carefully. There was no way of getting past him out of the building, and so she was trapped. She crouched down, drawing her own dagger from it place hidden in her boot. She was ready now should the creature turn on her. She gulped nervously, slumping to the floor and watching as the battle raged.

Drael is set with a grim resolve to take this thing down, his eyes not to move from the hulking beast as it rears it's tail, a rather slow movement, due to the fact it had to be brought inside. On edge, he would have reacted to the new enemy like any normal person might--duck. His efforts is hindered, however, by a cursed undead, whom grabs at his ankles with skin-prickling strength. The result of such? Drael falls to the ground, legs giving out on him before that tail, and it's venomous stinger, manage to take their toll on him, crashing down on the remaining upper half of a crawling undead! Yikes! The way in which the Warder falls, his legs giving way, and his body quick to follow, his hands flail up in his plummeting wake, perhaps even to graze the underside of the walloping tail. It matters not, for he has an altogether different threat to deal with--doing the only practical thing anyone would do when up against an undead. Cut his head off! A few quick, yet strenuous moments of grappling the filthy carcass, he manages to triumph, sitting commando-style on top of it's chest. His sword is quick to pull across the neck of his foe, a simple swipe of his hand bats the head away into a sickening roll across the floorboards. Still writhing about, the undead is paid no more heed, as he stands and peers about for Keturah. Once spotting her, he dashes over fallen foe--careful to keep his feet from their grasp--and erects himself once more near her side, ready for anything willing to step up.

Keslin lands nimbly on the bugs back ( as her post was seemingly ignored ) and runs along his armored length. With only a small blade to work with, she has only one place she can strike and hope to be effective. She keeps her center of gravity low to the creature, adjusting with each step to his movements. She ran for his head, and once there brought her blade around to strike at his eye, hoping to blind him or worse.

Kasyr dispels the caliginous gauntlet that had formed about his arm, banishing the living weapon back into the serpent shaped prison of ink that lay mapped across his arms. Then, with little more than a lifting of his hands into a ready position before himself, a shimmer of light proceeds to envelop the hybrids arms. Lacking the foreboding air of the hybrids habitual weapon, Gospel, this one brings with it a plume of ethereal feathers and an a reassuring glow of warm light. And yet, the gold and platinum vambraces that settle into position about the tieflings upper arms are no less dangerous. Though it may appear as a form of particularly ornate armour at first glance, the flicker of electricity in the air about the tiefling would likely serve as the first indication of a secondary purpose to the odd items. Continued scrutiny might potentially unveil the presence of the wires which hung from each of the tieflings fingertips, the razor keen filament snaking it's way around the hybrid as though trying to announce it's own sentience. This display is cut short however, the tiefling drawing the metallic wires before himself with a sharp snap of his wrist, before they're flicked in unison towards the overtly large insect. One hands wires focus upwards, poised to pierce through any eye or orifice they can find, whilst the other simply moves to slip around the writing monsters body- in an attempt to find one of the various gaps between armour sections- so that they can constrict and sever.

Ymheshphilun suddenly felt horribly outnumbered--his undead gone, at least four people with powerful weapons charging him from different angles. Even someone as peerless as he (bugs can have egos too!) could be taken down by many. Thus, in a display of logic--not cowardice--it turned, and began to make it's way for the door. Kain's blade hurt, driving an already open wound into further pain. He snapped the two adjacent plates together, attempting to grab hold of the blade, or possibly snap it in twain. Jerralith's motion carried him too close--I'll get to that in a second. Drael went mostly ignored, now that he was no longer attacking. Kasyr's wires penetrated an eye, but being compound eyes they weren't too harmed. The other wire hurt, but it didn't cut very deeply. Keslin's running up his body and attacking an eye was felt, and the knife stabbing his middle one blinded his sense of visible light. His infrared vision was still mostly intact, however. As for Jerralith--in trying to attack the throat of the oversized arthropod, he leapt too close to it's antennae. Swinging an armored claw in exactly the way he calculated would catch and hold the already airborne lycan, he snapped the claw shut, just trying to hold him. Should he make contact with his twin antennae, those most feared appendages of his, would slide down his ears and into his brain. Alternating waves of pain and numbness would coarse through his body and then a huge, overwhelming -presence- would be felt inside the man's mind. It would rapidly expand, trying very hard to black out Jerralith's own persona, replacing it with a replica of Ym's own.

Jerralith is caught by the claw, grunting as his assault is halted without a moment's notice. The antennae of the massive beast do slide along his face and into his ear, burrowing closer to his brain with each passing moment; already the feeling of numbness starts to set in, although before he's completely helpless, Jerralith swings both of his axes up - as he is held around the waist and his arms are not constricted - and lops both of the invasive things off entirely, the sickening vitae of the creature splashing against his leather armor. In an attempt to get free, the now stained axes drive home for the 'wrist' of the claw, forcing the giant centipede to either release the hold or lose the precious claw altogether.

Peku walks in casually and slumps her arm onto the avian known as Veriun. "'Lo there, Cherub."

Veriun said, "Peku! 'Lo there. Kind of a ruckus here."

Keslin drives her blade into the wounded eye, plunging the small blade as deeply as she can attempting to strike at the creatures brain, even if she should have to bury her arm in it's socket to do so.

Peku gives an uninterested glance to the goings-on, but ignores it instead. "That's nice, bubble head." She cooed and patted his head.

Kain said to Dawn, "Ye keep yer distance, sis. We got this bugger now."

Veriun is watching the happenings with seemingly lacking interest as Peku pats his head. Shrugging slightly, he inquired, "How are you then, sister?"

Peku rests her chin on his head and sighs. "A little tired actually..... what moon-phase is it?"

Dawn said to Kain, "Way ahead of you."

Kasyr doesn't seem altogether bothered that his initial assault didn't cause as much havoc as possible. Then again,since the wires of one hand are still coiled about the giant centipede's body, and with one of the other hand having buried it's way into the eye- the hybrids hardly out of luck. All it takes is a few moments concentration, and the empathic tiefling is able to draw in the ambient emotion from the room; funneling those sentiments borne of fear and conflict into himself, before pushing it all into the wires buried into Ye Monster of the Unpronounceable name. And all of a sudden, the tieflings wires become -ever- so visible, the massive surge of energy that runs through them sparking the air about them. In Tandem, the draws the wires that are about the creatures body taut- endeavoring to drive the keen weapons deeper into the beasts innards- in an effort to shear the thing apart from within it's armour.

Veriun said, "I have no clue"

Kain said to Peku, "Just a few days past new moon."

Peku said to Veriun, "Ah. Oh, where are you honeymooning? Some place tropic?"

Veriun chuckles and nudges his head in direction of dawn. Once again, he had no part in the planning.

Peku sighs into his thick hair. "Poor cherub. Even in your wedding planning... you're clueless."

Kain hmms, seeing the plates snap shut. Shrugging, he decides if he can't twist, or pull the sword free, he'd lean into it, driving it deeper, while moving it slightly back and forth along the line of the plates. Inching it's way slowly deeper, and cutting a wider channel as it went, he kept his strong grip locked tight around the handle, using the weapon to keep his balance on the writhing creature. "I'll teach ye ta mess with me friend's mind! Bleed ye bugger! Bleed 'n die!"

Peku said to Veriun, "I gotta scooch for now. See ya!"

Kain ooc Here we are, in the tavern, battling a huge centipede, dismembered zombie parts wiggling around, and Peku's asking where the honeymoon's going to be. LOL Too funny!

Ymheshphilun let out yet another of those blasting, unearthly, polyphonic screaming roars. Everything hurt--the knife in his head, the wires around his body, the sword being driven deeper and deeper into his midsection, his severed antennae (along with anything else I forgot to mention). The sound was loud enough to shatter glasses and break windows, echoing for several miles due to the unique modulation of the soundwaves. Everything told him one thing--GET AWAY. With that, he threw Jerralith, hopefully dashing him against a wall and knocking him unconscious. He subsequently blasted forward at top speed, almost that of a striking serpent. Hopefully this would dislodge Keslin, pull Kain's sword free, snap those awful, sparking wires, and propel him out the door. Oozing a small trail of indescribable filth from the gaping sword-wound, he fled--not in terror, but with logic. Fear was not an emotion that ever entered Ymheshphilun's head.

Ymheshphilun shouted, "*a massive wall of unearthly, piercing sound echoes across the lands, breaking glass and shaking the very air*"

Jerralith is indeed tossed against the wall, splinters spraying this way and that from the impact. Soon after, the lycan crumples to the ground; whether he's unconscious or simply too winded to get up is not clear.

Keslin knows better than to fight this thing alone, though she leaves the blade inside for good measure before jumping from the centipede's back. She rolls when she lands on the floor to soften the impact and help her get out of the way of the creature.

Kasyr, upon that deafening wail, immediately withdraws one of his hands back to himself, the wires that hadn't found their way about Ym's body returning to the tiefling as though attempting to form some sort of defensive barrier. And really, it gives the hybrid the ability to rub the ringing out of his ears as the centipede monster slithers off for Injustice, and freedom. For itself, as opposed to all. Now, as to the wires in it's body- Given their unnatural durability, it was more likely that caught between the tiefling grasping them, and it's body tugging forward- something was going to have to give. And the tiefling still placing his bets on the chunks of the creature, over his arm. After all, he wants to see what can be made out of its shell. ...And he simply likes mauling new and deadly creatures.

Veriun raises an eyebrow. "hm. an expected conclusion." he says, turning to his 'family' with a tilted head. "any of you two harmed?"

Kain keeps a grip on the handle of his sword and as the beast surged forward, opening the plates for a moment, he toppled forward, driving the blade hilt deep, before clamping shut just beneath his armored fingers. "Yikes!" Kain replies, then topples over as he strikes the doorframe, slashing up and out with his sword as it pulls free. Taking a moment to realize he's looking at the ceiling, he sits up and curses. "Darn it! It's gettin' away!"

Keslin stands, and looks at the mess on her arm. She looks around but can hear nothing. Closest of all to the sonic blast she found herself looking into a din of silence. Her head began to throb just a bit the pain growing worse with each moment as the adrenaline of combat wore off. "Well phooey," she spoke, though she didn't hear it.

Ymheshphilun was mostly free at this point--from everything but those stupid wires. They burned and cut more than anything he'd felt before. So, thinking logically, he spun to the side, un-looping those unnatural edges from his body. Unfortunately, something went with them--three sections of outer exoskeleton, the large segments falling peeling away, showing the underlayer of pulsing... stuff. He wasted no further time, evacuating the area and fleeing for his life.