Morroja gave a wheeze as the Flayer's leg lashed out at her, catching her in the belly and making her slide back across the gnarled wooden floor, her boots hissing at the leather soles ground against the floorboards. She gave a laugh,<br/>"That's the first time anyone's landed a hit on me in four months" said muttered with a grin, standing up. With one hand she tore away her lower leggings, the hand with the bootknife cutting away the sleeves and waist of her linen vest so that she was left with two thin strips of material, a pair of dangerously-short leggings and a vest which barley covered her bouncing chest.<br/><br/>She smirked, eyeing up the space between her and the Flayer; she decided there was enough space. She twirled the knife nimbly between her fingers, building momentum in less than a second before letting the metal fly, wickering through the air and past the Flayer to land with a thud into the wall, the Flayer's cloak now pinned to the wall of the inn.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>