[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/135858">Fort Save</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+3</span><span style="font-weight: bold">12</span>, barely avoid weakening!]]<br/><br/>She grimaces when the acolyte turns right toward her, arrow seeming to barely slow it down as it strides towards her. It's not reacting properly, though; instead of rage, it seems... pleased that she's shot it. That probably isn't a good thing, but as it- no, a glance reveals more fully, as<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>- approaches, she brings her swords into a guarding position ready for unholy retaliation. It... doesn't come. Instead, the acolyte caresses her face, sending a blush of warmth through her body. Abruptly, the lizard looks less like a threat than his fellows. She can tell there's magic in the lizard's touch, and she expects she knows why... but she's willing to play along. Letting her knees wobble, she says, "Oh... oh..." with another glance down, and a flush creeping towards her cheekbones as she smiles with slightly looser grips on her swords. "Well now," she purrs, looking at the acolyte from a slightly lowered head, "that's not the welcome I expected, hmm? Didn't think you'd be polite about it-" she spins around, whirling her swords into the acolyte's arm- but whether by intent or accident, the blades whack nigh-harmlessly against his scaled bicep almost flat on. "Mmm," she says, stepping halfway around him while casting a glance to be sure the dracotaur isn't about to dogpile on top of her, "Be a pity if you bit me and got warm blood on this holy floor though, wouldn't it?" She licks her lips, keeping focus on the blackscale with a slight grin.<br/><br/>[[Dual attacking, Fighting Defensively;<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/135860">2x attacks (Defensively)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2#1d20+3</span><span style="font-weight: bold">17</span><span style="font-weight: bold">12</span>;<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/135861">Damage Roll</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">1</span>in case one hits, since I really doubt a 12 does. AC and CMD are 21 for the next round thanks to the fightin' defensively.<br/><br/>If you'll allow it, I'd like to try to claim Alizome is faking that the enchantment landed as a bluff check;<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/135862">Bluff Check</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">13</span>, but I imagine this qualifies as him wanting to believe it which would give a +5 and make it an 18. Basically I am hoping he'll try to grab Alizome instead of moving to the next on the list of spells, some of which she might not like so much.]]