[ Welp, that motherboard's fried.  On the other hand, it finally was enough of a push to get me to order the parts for my new rig, so I have a shiny new computer. ]<br/><br/>Not having met the other combatant prior to coming crashing through the window, Valeani is more than a little interested in seeing her fight.  The fact that she is obviously not opposed to making meals of her opponents is something that she is always glad to see, as it tells her that not only are they of similar mind on the topic, but that the possibility of any 'misunderstandings' during a fight are greatly reduced.  Turning back to the cultist still ineffectually slashing at her with a dagger, she just smiles.  "Just you and me now."<br/><br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/270138">Grapple check</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+18</span><span style="font-weight: bold">25</span>-> Just keeping him still for now ]<br/><br/>Practically jumping on the crossbowman, Valeani roughly forces him to the ground, the heavy weight of her stomach (which is still very slightly squirming with what remains of his companions) resting against his chest.  Leaning down, Valeani gives him a long lick across the face.  "Mmm.  Your friend didn't last very long; I think I'm going to take my time with you."  As she says this, a stray thought that had been nagging her for a while suddenly comes to the fore as she realizes why they had come here in the first place.  "Of course, you might be able to distract me.  There was a journal we were looking for, and that your group was also looking for.  Mind telling me where it is?"<br/><br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/270139">Intimidate check</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">13</span>-> Throwing this here in case it's necessary to get him to talk. ]