<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;">Reflex save: 1d20 (10) + 15 = 25, success</div></div></div><br/>The buckling rooftop poses little threat to Alyssa and her keen reflexes. Alert to the audibly straining platform, she has several seconds' warning before the roof finally gives way; more than enough time to steady herself and ride the collapse with no loss of footing - for the moment, at least. From the continuing groan of the boards below, it's clear that another break could happen at any second if the roof isn't cleared soon. Unfortunately, she doesn't have that option at the moment; not without leaving her allies unguarded and the carriage without a driver. She'll just have to hope that the roof can hold a bit longer.<br/><br/>Fortunately, it doesn't look like the cats will be giving them too much more trouble. Angel seems to have Torn Jacket dealt with, and White Fur on the defensive, leaving her with only a preoccupied Big Belly to worry about. Fighting around Larynn - well, half of Larynn - will be tricky, but if she can land a blow on just the right spot, she might turn even that into an advantage...<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;">Unarmed strike (Big Belly): 1d20 (17) + 17 + 2 (invisible) - 4 (flaw) = 32, hit<br/>Damage: 1d8 (4) + 6 + 4d6 (1,3,3,4) = 21 nonlethal<br/><br/>Driving check (untrained, defaults to Wis): 1d20 (5) + 2 = 7, failure</div></div></div><br/><span style="font-style: italic">There!</span><br/><br/>Alyssa spies the location she's looking for easily - with Big Belly's overstretched mouth working around Larynn, the hinge of her jawbone is clearly outlined beneath the catgirl's skin. Alyssa aims a horizontal knifehand at the vulnerable joint and connects solidly, forcing the catgirl's already strained jaw to shift sideways in a way the joint was never intended. If she remembers her training correctly, the end result should be a temporarily dislocated jaw - an impediment to even the most determined predator.<br/><br/>Now, the only difficulty that remains is to keep up with the carriage ahead in case Dagnyr and his allies run into trouble. Fortunately, Angel's vicious assault on Torn Jacket has freed up the means for Alyssa to do so. As the catboy's hand falls open, hers is there to collect the falling reins and take up the job of steering the fast-moving carriage. With little training as a driver, though, there's not much she can do except urge the horses ever forward, and hope they know well enough to stay on course.