((Arcea is going to move forwards in conjunction with Celrie, though will move 8 spaces. Also, will remain 'defensive', should still set my parry at +2 and my ranged to-hit at +2. I think!<br/><br/>Melee Parry - 14<br/>Ranged TN - 6<br/>14 melee armor<br/>18 ranged armor (from front, 14 from back)   ))<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Kitty-ventures. The word made Arcea smirk faintly, her eyes briefly flitting to the side again to give the elf another look. It was quite the enticing sight, and -<br/><br/>*BOOM!*<br/><br/>The sound of a rifle - and not Yasha's own - instinctively makes Arcea crouch down a little further behind her shield, peeking out from behind it just in time to see Maribel's head snapping backwards. Truth be told, she fully expected the racooness to leave a rather nasty mess all over her shield (and likely her), but that proves to not be the case. In fact, she drops right where she is, injured...but the bullet had either deflected off her skull, or...well, who knows. Whatever the case, the spot where there should be a massive, gaping hole in her head was only lightly marred and bleeding, and whilst the concussive force of the shot had done her in, she'd likely survive.<br/><br/>The shot - one that could have been meant for her - dropping the raccoon sent a little tremor of excitement through her body. Long had she passed the point of 'being scared', and with adrenaline pumping through her veins, there was only the energy that came from fighting, of testing oneself...<br/><br/>It made her heart thunder, made her body feel like it was on fire with energy....and made her belly feel so, so, SO very empty.<br/><br/>Celrie's tease had done very, very little to quell the natural predatory instinct that lurked just behind her calm, composed exterior, and now...NOW, the coons were looking far, far less like people to skewer for their poor choice in targets, and more like individuals who'd feel awfully nice sliding down her throat, squeezing into her belly for a long, enjoyable (to her, at least), day of digestion...<br/><br/>The sound of the Marten approaching from behind causes Arcea's ears to perk, her head swiveling just enough to catch a glimpse of the smaller girl out of the corner of her eyes. Perfect. Small enough to be easy prey, but large enough to fill her belly. Not to mention, it was the only individual who'd yet closed close enough to her that she could reach out and snag them. It made them an instant target.<br/><br/>Focusing on the Marten girl, Arcea runs her tongue across her lips, her tail starting a far more excited twitching behind her, curling in anticipation of pouncing on the slightly smaller marten. Hardly had she even focused in on her, though, when Quill's gun goes off, coating the area - and the marten herself - in thick, gooey strands of who-knows-what.<br/><br/>It instantly took the wind out of her sails "Feh...bloody..." Arcea murmurs under her breath, gritting her teeth in annoyance. Reaffirming her grip on her shield, Arcea briefly affixes Quill with a 'look' "Y'got a gun, and y'bloody gonna goop the single one I can reach instead of the dozen shooting GUNS AT US?! Phaaaah. We gotta talk about your tactics, girl." Fine. If they'd rather shoot the ones she could reach, she'd just have to GO to the ones she couldn't. Noting Celrie's own advance, Arcea darts forwards and takes up a position a few paces in front of Celrie, her shield still raised and at the ready - and just that little bit closer to the foes that, at least at the moment, remained just beyond her reach.<br/><br/>(As mentioned, Arcea just moves 8 spaces and waits, in defensive mode. Not the greatest post, but only so much I can really do right now. x3 )