What could only pass for an amused expression creeps across the sultry tiefling's lips - If she didn't know better, this elf almost, just ALMOST...enjoyed the hard little swat across her backside. Of course, a little paddling for fun (whilst certainly not something she would turn down), is not the foremost thought on her mind despite how enticing it was suddenly sounding. Perhaps the master would allow her to punish this elf for her attempted escape? Alas, she didn't have much time to ponder the matter - taking this mouthy elf down and helping to 'quell the rebellion' that had sprung up in ALL the cages...was a bit more pressing. Taking her legs out from under her, a few solid hits with the club...and she'd be out for the count.<br/><br/>Yanking Lorelei's legs out from under her proved to be easier than she'd expected. She felt one of the small, backwards-facing hooks slip around the back of Lorelei's thigh, the sudden 'stop', like a fish on a hook, bringing an even broader smile to her soft, blueish-pink lips. It was made all the easier by Lorelei's almost comical fidgeting and grasping for the hunch-back lump scittering beneath her dress...a panic-stricken weasel. With a hearty backwards yank, Hestruui pulls not just one, but BOTH of Lorelei's legs right out from under her. A look of smug satisfaction creeps across the tiefling's face, her lips widening in a pleased grin that showed off the longer-than-average, pointed white teeth that filled her motuh.<br/><br/>"Should spend more time working on that magic, and less time talking, elfie." Hestruui throws her head back in a laugh - this was almost too fun. Patting her strangely-curved club in her open palm, she takes a single step forwards, standing over the prostrate elf "Looks like even your little rat is against you. They said keep it alive - but I've always wondered how weasel tasted...one way to find out, right?" A long ,pink tongue curls from between her pouty lips, running back and forth wetly before retracting back into her mouth, adding a little visual tease to her statement.<br/><br/>Hestruuis expression turns bemused when Lorelei finally gets a hold on Niketu...and once again seems to be making the incantations to another spell. Needless to say, she did not look especially concerned. With a light little laugh, Hestruui raises the club over her head, getting ready to bring it down solidly right on this silly elf's head "Ruffian?! You can do better than that. Nighty night, elfi-GAH!!!"<br/><br/>Niketu finally makes his first valuable contribution to the escape attempt in the form of a fuzzy cannonball.<br/><br/>"EEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeee!!!!!" The highpitched cry of a panicked weasel rises over the sound of fighting as he soars almost straight upwards....and right into Hestruui's face. His first instinct is to grab the first thing he can to avoid falling - and that first thing just so happens to be the tiefling's lips. Latching both his front and back feet onto those pouty, sexy, blueish lips he hangs on like his very life depends on it. Which it very well might.<br/><br/>"GAH!!! Git-ee-offffff!!! GIT-EEE-OFFFF!!" Hestruui stumbles backwards in a mess of screeching weasel and swinging club, clawing at her face to remove the furry parasite before he manages to get more of a hold on her face than she wanted. Fortunantly for Lorelei, the distraction was just what she needed to regain her footing. In the midst of wrestling with the weasel and swinging her club around randomly, the tiefling nearly manages to brain Lorelei through sheer luck. Alas, some of Niketu's terrible luck seems to have rubbed off on her - Lorelei feels the club swing close enough to her face to lightly nick the tip of her nose, but is otherwise unscathed.<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;">1d20 (3) + 4 (prone) + 6 = 13. BARELY a miss<br/>How lucky...Niketu's unwilling 'aid another'....actually worked!! XD</div></div></div><br/><br/>"D-damn...furry....RAT!!!" Hes truui's frustration shows through, her free hand locked around Niketu's midsection, trying to dislodge the squirming, screaming furball from her face. Finally, with a violent yank, she dislodges the tiny claws and 'fingers' from her lips and nose and - giving the weasel a dirty glare - tosses the fuzzy projectile right back into Lorelei's face...though Niketu is not so lucky as to get a 'soft landing' this time. He sails right past Lorelei's head just as she finishes casting her spell and smacks bodily into one of the thick iron bars that made up the elf's cage. Like a tomatoe thrown at a brick wall, the weasel slowly slides down the bars and flops pitifully on his back on the floor at Lorelei's feet, stunned but otherwise uninjured. It looked like this weasel had some luck after all!!<br/><br/>"You...grrr....!" Hestruui growls, bringing the club up threateningly "...here I was going to be easy on you. Cute little thing like you I could have alot of fun with later....but now, I'm irritated. Irritation makes me a bad playmate...let's put you somewhere that you can't cause any more trouble, hrm?!"<br/><br/>Seemingly throwing her inhibitions to the wind, Hestruui reaches out with her single free hand...and makes a grab for the front of Lorelei's shirt...<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;">Grab - 1d20 (16) + 4 = 20. Hit.<br/>Hestruui does *NOT* have improved grapple, and whilst Lorelei does not have a weapon she is proficient with ready to counterattack, I'll happily allow a 'punch' or 'slap' if it so fits Lorelei's personality.<br/><br/>Grapple attempt - 1d20 (12) + 2 (base attack) + 2 (str) = 16. Lorelei must make a DC 16 grapple check, or become grappled.</div></div></div><br/><br/>The faint glow of magical armor appears the moment Hestruui's hand gets within an inch of Lorelei's skin - but the magical glow fades almost immediently thereafter, failing to fully deflect the tiefling's grip. The devious tiefling grabs a handful of Lorelei's top and jerks her forwards, the slightly taller, blue-skinned girl taking Lorelei's momentary lack of balance to stuff her face-first into her rather ample bosom.<br/><br/>"Oohhh deary me!! If you wanted a closer look, elfie, you should have just asked!! Now, let's see if we can find somewhere nice and warm to keep you - get you out of this cool air! Would hate for my elf to get sick before I could properly play with her..." Hestruui licks her lips, gazing down almost hungrily at the slightly smaller elf in her grip. To hell with her inhibitions about eating the prisoners - this was a much more pleasurable way of dealing with upstarts. That...and she was hungry.<br/><br/>Slowly, the tiefling's mouth begins to open before Lorelei's face, allowing the elf to gaze into the bright pink, glittering interior of her mouth....a place she might very well be visiting first hand, if she didn't wriggle free soon...