Ash grimaced as Tarienna spoke, a slight suggestion of disapproval as fleeting as the wind.  It is better to focus then embarrass the Worgen.  Especially when the feeble lights began to dance around Celeste's fingers.  Wasting little time, the athletic rogue vaulted forward over an overturned crate, feet slapping against the ground and then attempting to collide with the distracted priestess and carrying her and that heel out of the rock and flush against the wall with enough force to drive air from her lungs.  Unless the delicate creature shows impressive capacity of agility, she'll be pressed against the wall tightly, breast to the uneven surface of the building next to her.<br/><br/>"Fighter then, lassie?"  So tall and fierce, if she was not slightly too old, one could almost assume that she had orcish blood in her veins.  Regardless of any heritage, though, she has the Night Elf now.  "I did warn you what fighting would accomplish for you, but still you thought it best to try and contest it?  Not wise, and here I thought your race was long-lived enough to /be/ wise."  Something hard presses against Celeste's backside through the sheer material of her robe, contained only by the straining leather trousers.  "Feel that?  I'm a little glad that you decided to fight."  One hand, her free one that does not keep the Night Elf pinned, would slide in between the bricks and the slightly less resilient flesh of her stomach and then creep up before catching one of those proudly thrusting nipples between fingers that pinch down hard.<br/><br/>"Katrice.  Break her."  Ash knows her limitation, and knows when someone is better suited for the job... and the Worgen was fantastically suited for the job.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>