The drow was briefly inspired by the turn of battle. Then the 'orc' acted. Like the beast he was, taking the smallest of them - a goblin? - before making a bolt to escape.<br/><br/>After what they just did, the last thing she would do was just let it happen. They damn well weren't taking anyone, not even a goblin. In an impulsive decision she launched herself forward. The caster never managed to subdue her properly, and now she itched for the brawl.<i>Not my best choice, </i>was her last thought as jumped the beastly figure, her petite frame scrambling as one arm sought the horc's neck and the other awkwardly twisted around the goblin's shoulder. Her knees were next to rise, attempting to find claim. What was she doing? She wasn't sure; her fingers clawed to distract, and she fairly threw herself in an attempt to knock the captor's balance while there was still enough in the way to bump against. With any luck they'd all fall for a tumble. Without it she vaguely realized it would only take a minute of focus to knock her down or worse.<i>Chance taken!</i>