So complacent was the frog demon, that he was enthralled on stripping her.  Her clothing was steadily comming off.  He was working on her tight jeans when the 'bang' went off.  Had she been in normal shape, or gotten the shot off early, she would have hit him dead on in the head.  As it stood, the small spurt of blood that trickled down from the new wound on the creature's cheek was a testament to her aim.  It sat for a few seconds, clearly stunned an odd shocked expression on its face, before it reached for her hand, attempting to disarm her once and for all.<br/><br/>With one hand reaching for her gun, and one claw gripped into her pants to pull it down, Ebony found herself topless, but relatively unrestrained.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>