Braiya clawed at the furs, rendered helpless under his weight she took out her frustration on the pelts beneath her unable to sink her caws deep into him. She felt her clothes and armor being removed piece by piece, with no regard to the flesh that was nicked and burned by the metal and leather sliding across it. Her tan smooth skin was  a mess of bruises and burn marks where her straps and buckles had been torn and pressed into her.<br/><br/>A scream of frustration was brought to a halt by the hit on her head, rendering her semi conscious for the next while.  What was left of a leather gauntlet on her left arm was now simply an arm band of four inches and two straps around her waist that once bound her pants to her breast plate were simply a belt that hung loosely around her thin waist. Barely aware of her surroundings, she moaned and tried to roll to her side to ease the pain in her head. As he lifted her body she fought  weakly, trying to crawl away despite her arms not cooperating with her brain. The pain in her head drowned out all her efforts.  "By the gods, help me..." she mumbled in her own language, no longer able to think clear enough to summon words of a another tongue. Her tail was lowered and tucked, the bobbed tail was just shy of a foot long and curled down between her exposed cheeks.