"Hey!" she yelps, feeling the weight fall off her back as it's plucked away from her; as she twists around the mace blow, she flushes red as part of her- well, okay, the<span style="font-style: italic">party's</span>- haul of treasure grabbed away. Looking around, and seeing how quickly everything went Wrong, going from her maybe getting to have some fun with a not too careful guard to being pointed out as the person they need to "get". She knows about what that's likely to mean. Xarces is already headfirst into their leader- raising her voice to shout at him and try to be heard through the throat flesh pressing against her ears, "XARCES! THEY'RE GONNA TRY TO FLEE WITH OUR STUFF! SLOW HER DOWN!" Springing towards the axe wielding guard, Alizome spreads her arms wide and pounces to try to wrap the guard up and maybe get her in position to swallow, letting her newfound instincts guide her. It... doesn't go well, as she trips on a rock and staggers squarely into the guard's chest. Well, there was more than one way to slow them down...<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/203091">Grapple</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">8</span>. Oh dear~]]