Morroja grinned, the Flayer had fallen for her feint. Already he contorted his body to disembowel her, hooks and chitin glittering in the dirty candlelight. The knife grazed across the beast's chest, fat sparks of shell and metal flying from where the blade kissed the creature's natural armour. Though the knife was merely to keep its attention, some shiney object that it considered a threat.<br/><br/>As she dashed past, the words of the Flayer hissed in her ears, that was when she had her opportunity. The blade was now bent at a right-angle, and as she sailed past the beast's limbs her arms flicked out to try and hook her bootknife into the beast's mouth as it growled its words to her. She lifted off from the floor, narrowly avoiding the disembowling hook as her large breasts bounced painfully against her toned body, the bent blade angled to catch inside the Flayer's fanged maw.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>