Immovable Object, Irresistible Force

Immovable Object, Irresistible Force is an encounter in Melody of the Maze. It comes after The Plundered Dungeon, Amateur Assassins, A Tale of Two Tullians, or A Slight Misunderstanding.
==Enemies==
*Splattered Spike Bearer (1100 Gold, 120 Xp, 75 Energy, 5 HP Normal, 6 HP Hard)
*Punctured Gluttony Demon (1100 Gold, 120 Xp, 75 Energy, 5 HP Normal, 6 HP Hard)
==Transcript==
===Introduction===
The many encounters you've had in this maze revolve in your mind, amidst the turbulent sea of their implications. Thus you're distracted, and don't notice the stealthy footstep until it's too late.
Strong, flabby arms wrap themselves around you from behind -- pinning your own arms to your sides, crushing you against a soft, stinking, bulging mass.
"Got you!"
You groan as the air is forced from your lungs. You've just allowed yourself to be ambushed by a gluttony demon... If you survive this, the master assassins you trained under will stab you to teach you a lesson...
"Going to enjoy eating you," the demon says, tightening his grip as you twist and turn in an effort to break free. "But first he's going to tenderize you."
A thick-set armored figure appears up ahead, at the far end of the passage. His spikes glisten in the flickering light.
The orc spike-bearer breaks into a run.
You thrash and kick, clawing hands scrabbling for purchase against the creature's disgusting, sweat-covered flesh.
The orc's right in front of you. Close enough for you to see each of his grinning teeth and the amusement in his eyes.
The grease spell leaves your lips a second before your last breath would have.
Your lubricated body slides out beneath the startled demon's arms, and you throw yourself aside.
A sound that resembles the bastard child of a thud and a splat fills your ears. You look round to see the orc and demon pressed chest to chest, cheek to cheek. They're spinning round in a macabre dance from an infernal ballroom -- singing screams of pain and frustration as they gyrate.
There's a horrendous wet tearing noise as the demon manages to push the orc away from him. Blood pours down his body, the crimson streams filtering into the gaps between his rolls of fat like diverted rivers finding new channels. The orc's spikes are a guilty red as well. A few pieces of gore slide down his armor. 
You're laughing as you attack.
===Conclusion===
Your continued survival pleases you. But the thick grease smeared all over your body does not.
Mysterious labyrinth filled with exploding denizens or not, you refuse to walk its corridors stinking like a tanner's shop. And you have a sneaking suspicion that if you're hit with a fire-based spell you'll go up like a tinderbox.
So you begin to mutter the first of a series of pragmatic and unglamorous cleansing incantations.
Category:Melody of the Maze