<blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite>Beside Asulf, Laebras suddenly stops in her tracks, a strange, distant look in her eyes - the very same one that Asulf had been wearing just a few moments prior...<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>Momentarily, Asulf stops as his companion does, raising an eyebrow and giving her a questioning look.. that swiftly melts into realization as he sees the distant look in her eyes, she'd done to the same to Laebras as he, which meant the already dangerous spellcaster was even more so,<span style="font-style: italic">any</span>of his allies were susceptible to being disabled in such a fashion. Not good.<br/><br/>"Laebras! Snap out of i-"<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>" I wish you well Brave Wolf, as well as Laebras..." Finally reaching the edge of the 'gunk', Klein charges forwards, closing the distance between himself and the duo remarkably fast.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Asulf's attention returns to their foes as he hears Klein speak up, the sight of the huge fox closing in so<span style="font-style: italic">quickly</span>enough to give him momentary pause. He'd looked large from afar, but his size was even more apparent, and intimidating, this close up. But he had no choice - this had to be stopped, whatever it was, and that meant going through the fox.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Hopefully not literally,</span>he thinks, readying himself as the fox finally reaches him, watching him shift left and then strike right. It'd almost been too quick to follow, but he was able to react just quick enough, moving his shield to intercept the blow..<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>*K-TANG!*<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>The sheer force of the blow shook Asulf to the bone, the shield stopping Klein's blade, but doing precious little to dissipate it's impact. His shield-arm felt a little numb, he hadn't been hit<span style="font-weight: bold">that</span>hard in some time, and it spoke of the fox's impressive strength.. which boded ill for him. He certainly couldn't let himself-<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>" I'll flank him, Asulf! Just...don't get grabbed!" Darting around the larger male, Laebras brings her blade to bare, sweeping the tip at his legs to distract him, and present opportunity to Asulf.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>That. The lupine hadn't even noticed Laebras snap out her stupor until she announced her intentions, but is more than a little relieved to have her backup. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. The fox was clearly a skilled melee combatant, so he faced a difficult conventional fight, but he could maybe.. he shakes his head. Though he'd undoubtedly make a fine meal - someone that strong simply<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to be graced with the divine flavor of a nutrion or two, and would be extremely filling nonetheless - he was even more wary about getting into a grapple with the fox. At full strength he had no way of being sure that the brute couldn't simply muscle his way out of it, or worse.. turn it around.<br/><br/>At the same time however, with such a struggle he'd have a hard time avoiding Laebras' strikes, and Asulf was starting to get a little jealous of his compatriot's bulging guts while his remained quite empty.<br/><br/>"Well-wishes," he says after a moment, shifting his grip on his mace. "Awful cordial. Maybe you ought to reconsider your choice of employers, you don't really fit in with these blackguards. If not, you might fit in one of<span style="font-style: italic">us</span>."<br/><br/>Abruptly, he surges forward, attempting to seize Klein in a powerful bear-hug and pin his arms to his sides, Asulf's strength augmented both by the magical energy coursing through him, and by pure, raw adrenaline..<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Grapple on Klein (1d20 + 13): 10 + 13 = 23, Klein must beat a DC 23 or be grappled</div></div></div><br/><br/>..his hold was less than ideal, Asulf simply wasn't used to trying to grapple something, or someone so<span style="font-style: italic">large</span>, and it meant he had to adjust his usual techniques and holds and awkwardly attempt them on Klein. They were, however, solid, tried-and-true techniques, and though the hold was a bit awkward it was also still fairly strong, strong enough, he hoped, to hold Klein in place.<br/><br/>"Now, Laebras!" he cries, before shifting his grip again, trying to advance to the next step of the maneuver, a typically rote movement for the lupine, made far more challenging by the height difference...<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">If Klein is grappled, Asulf attempts to ingest. <br/>Ingest on Klein (1d20 + 9): 19 + 9 = 28, Klein must beat a DC 28 check or be ingested.<br/><br/>[Not bad - shame that almost-20 only counts if he fails the first.. disregard the following in the case the first check succeeds, or he beats his one after failing.   <img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/> ]<br/><br/>Differences in size however, only counted for so much. It was a move that Asulf had both practiced and had practiced upon him many times, by opponents larger and smaller than himself, and one learned to account for the variable size of prey after a while. He just had to tug <span style="font-style: italic">this</span> way and compromise the fox's balance, forcing the larger vulpine to his knees before the wolf as he grinned toothily, taking a moment to savor his small victory. Moments later his jaws yawn open, slick strands of saliva connecting his upper and lower fangs and he breathes hotly over Klein's face. As much as he'd like to, he had little time to savor the moment in the heat of pitched battle, and lunges forward, jaws stretching to accomdate his foe's head within his drool-soaked maw, Klein's muzzle grinding across the wolf's broad, flat tongue as he swallows, forcing the tip of the fox's muzzle up against the tight, muscular entrance to his gullet. <br/><br/>It clenches and squeezes, pulling at what little of Klein it can get, desperately trying to tug him down, and Asulf is all too happy to oblige, as one swallow, and then another, pushes Klein's muzzle into the tight embrace of his throat, hot, the vulpine's head completely enveloped in the humid heat of Asulf's body, as he stops, trying to figure out how he's going to get past those broad shoulders..</div></div></div><br/><br/>Status:<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">HP : 36/36<br/>AC: 20, flat-footed 19, touch 14</div></div></div>