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> The stygian creature lumbered forward across its own noisome pool,
drooling still more of the viscous sludge from its slack jaws. It
> was only moments from Christiane...
>
> who reacted as any sane person would. She turned around, sprinted through
the ash and debris of the bar, and headed straight into
> the kitchen. Once through the door, she looked for something to barricade
it. Most of the fixtures were bolted into the floor,
> however.
>
> Conveniently enough, there were other exits from the kitchen. One was the
door to the cellar, the domain of Fluffy the hug-monster.
> Another led to storage rooms. A third led outside.
>
> "Let's see what's behind door No. 3," she said, and lunged for it.
Christiane's plan was to get out of the House, circle around, and
> head to the Arboretum and see if the Lady had any magical artifacts to
help clean up the mess. Since Zophiel was only smiling in
> amusement at the creature, she figured that it was going to have a very
short future. Probably one that that involved explosions and
> rains of sticky bits all over the place.
>
> She had no idea what the Ravenlord was up to, and cared not to find out.
He would probably figure into the explosions, though.

CLANGCLATTERCRASH!
A massive unfurling of what appears to be the dance floor's lighting falls
from the ceiling, as
wires a'jumble, gears whirling and bolts a poppin', rElentless hurtles to
the ground, but instead of
smacking into the floor like a sand bag, he discorporates and reincorporates
standing upright,
giving the effect of a humanoid-shaped container filling upwards from feet
to head.
(He's obviously groggy from all the EBM being played in the world these
days.)
Something like a sniffing noise and like a grinding noise and like a
whirring noise comes
from his prolonged nose-thing and his eyes light up red. Wires whip from
his fingertips and touch
the sludge left by the thing that shambled past, then recoil suddenly as he
squeals.

Almost a dozen different wrenches, screwdrivers and drill bits fall from his
arms until
finally a circular saw blade replaces his right hand-thing, a sledgehammer
for his left.

Suicide Commando seems to be playing over the soundsystem.
Or his head, you can't quite tell.