<i>Wisp let out a surprised squeek as her accoster simply shouldered through the deluge of daggers, bottles, belts, and other assorted weaponry without either care, or apparent injury, instead simply grabbing the unbalancing crate and giving it a fierce shove, taking the already precariously balanced attack and shoving it fully into an unbalanced one.<br/>
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All too quickly, the woman found her legs slipping involuntarily forward as she careened off balance and soon found herself striking the unforgiving wooden planks of the ship with no small amount of force, sending her senses momentarily reeling.  Momentary as it was, the delay was enough and before she could recover, the self-proclaimed thief was on her once again, pushing her shoulders down onto the deck of the ship while his knees caught just beneath her own, forcing her into a rather awkward splits as, however nimble his legs were able to comfortably go, hers were forced that much further by virtue of being the ones pushed.<br/>
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Even worse, the man was... quite... nimble, and Wisp could already feel a slight tingling of protest within her thighs as her legs were forcefully splayed apart.<br/>
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Wisp's first action, not surprisingly, was to thrash and squirm beneath the man, but for whatever the woman knew about quickness, precision, and trickery... one area where she didn't excel was in physical strength, thus causing her simply to writhe her body beneath his, doing little more than to potentially remind him of some other act which involved similar positions.<br/>
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Finally, the woman stilled, and looked at the man, her own pair of deep, emerald eyes twinkling softly in the moonlight.  Her lips twist into a mocking smile as the man promises to let her up and ensure her safety if she'll just tell him who she is and what she wants and, without truly thinking of the consequences, she breathes</i><span style="color: darkorange">"I am the Emerald Viper, whispered assassin of a hundred tavern stories, and I have come to end each of your lives.  Now, do ensure no one lays a hand on me, as promised."</span><br/><br/><i>She hesitates a bit, to see just how he reacts, but regardless of the reaction (assuming he doesn't choke her out or something!) she will laugh coldly, </i><span style="color: darkorange">"Ah, no.  You may call me Mistress Jade, and I haven't the slightest how I ended up here.  I -was- in an inn, and then the lights got really quite bright and... now I'm here."</span><br/><br/><i>The woman shrugged a bit, as much as the man's hands on her shoulders would allow.</i><span style="color: darkorange">"Oh... also, it may be in your best interest to hold a person's wrists rather than their shoulders... otherwise this happens."</span><br/><br/><i>Wisp abruptly pushed her hips upward and then flexed, pulling her arms (still attached to the crate) up and brought it to bear, whirling it around towards the man's head but, before it actually would have hit, brings it to a halt with another soft grunt of exertion.  She then smiles.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>