Cromir was a man who stood tall, even with a sword in his gut. A kick to the side and claws digging in to him was minor compared to some of the wounds he had fought through before. The moment Braiya went slack from the punch, he threw her down with force, a wicked grin on his face as he prepared to see what the little catgirl would do next. Her girls were certainly something to stare at, but Cromir knew he would get a better chance to look at them later. Instead, he watched to see what the dazed girl would do. The moment she fell down into a pouncing stance, albeit a bit wobbly, Cromir knew exactly what to do. He took a small step forward, immediately triggering Braiya to jump. However, instead of following through with his step, he instead stepped to the side, allowing her to pounce in to open air, where he could only assume she had seen a double of him.<br/><br/>Cromir moved quickly and wrapped his arms around Braiya, pinning her arms to her sides. Twisting his hips and following the momentum, he brought them both down onto the mass of furs that was his bed. Using his weight to hold her down, Cromir began to claw, rip, and tear at her clothing like a wild animal, breaking more clasps and even tearing some of the weaker leather. Once he was confident he had undid or broke everything holding her armor together, Cromir put his left hand on the small of her back, holding her in place. With this new pin, Cromir readjusted himself and reared back with his right fist, bringing it down as hard as he could to the back of her head to stun her hopefully for the last time. The moment it connected, Cromir removed his hand from the small of her back and began to get to work. Her pants slid off easily and were discarded off towards the smoldering fire pit. Instead of letting her even think of moving, Cromir let a bit of poisonous decay collect on his finger and he rotted the leather and metal slightly. With this done, Cromir ripped off her top, destroying it.<br/><br/>With all said and done, only a few loose piece of leather still hung to Braiya's form as she lay under the mountain of a man. An arm wrapped around her waist and brought her up to her knees, but it did not move, holding her in place as his free hand moved to the strings that was holding his own pants up, hastily beginning to undo them.