<blockquote class="uncited"><div> Xali took a step closer to him and inhaled deeply, a confident smile on her muzzle. "Oh my dear Kahimori..." she says quiet confidence, "If I wanted a taste of you..." she stands up on her tip-toes and quickly flicks her rough tongue across the side of his face. "I would take it." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Even in the middle of combat, that little lick was on Kahmori's mind. That little tease. Oh yes - as soon as this fight was over, he was going to give her a taste of her own medicine. The thought of it brings faint, coy little smile to the Kitsune's lips as he steps forwards towards her attack - Brador.<br/><br/>What the hell. It was combat, sure - but why not have a little fun? Just as Xali finishes the casting of her spell, Kahmori steps by her to engage the greatsword-wielding human....<br/><br/>...And gives her a playful little pat on the butt as he passes. At least, he would have, if his hand hadn't just passed right through the image of her. "Gwah!?" He exclaims, his head jerking towards the area his hand has just passed through...<br/><br/>No! Don't look. Dont even hint that she isn't there. A sly one, she was. Forcing his gaze to remain focused on Brador, he only grins - and broadly. A practicioner of the arcane. So, that is why she was dressed so regally....the enigma that was Xali just kept getting deeper and deeper every second.<br/><br/>"..Impressive. What other tricks do you have in there..." He mutters under his breath to Xali, before stepping between her and her attacker....and getting a deep, red gash across the chest for it, as Brador swung the enormous greatsword overhead. The stalwart kitsune plants his feet, refusing to even stumble under the onslaught - if for no other reason than to scare the hell out of this guy. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Kahmori bares his white (and now, mingled red) teeth in a nightmarish snarl "That wasn't very nice."<br/><br/>*Twing! TwingTwingTwing!*<br/><br/>*Fssph...Fssph...fssph...fssph*<br/><br/>The sounds of bows being draw and arrows let fly momentarily draws the Kitsune's attention. Alexei!<br/><br/>A brief look of shock replaces the little smirk on the Kitsune's muzzle - he looked like a pin cushion! Ugh, this was not looking good.<br/><br/>Xali'd been cut across the middle, and there was no way in hell he was going to leave her alone with a guy with a sword damn near as tall as she was...<br/><br/>Alexei didn't look like he could take too many more arrows...<br/><br/>Think fast, Kahmori.<br/><br/>Thankfully, it was in combat the Kitsune's mind seemed the most focused. Combat felt like it was simply going in slow motion, with everything falling into place directly where it needed to be. Brador was focused on him and Xali...would he really notice a wolf coming up from behind him?<br/>The archers were focused on Alexei...if he could get them to focus on him...Alexei and Xali would be safe...<br/><br/>It clicked. Just like a light bulb, it went off in his head - it was perfect.<br/><br/>The archers were just within distance - if he ran, and quickly, he could reach them before they knocked another arrow. The cleric was nearby - in her heavy armor, there is no way she'd be able to flee the combat...Brador was focused, having two very dangerous inviduals to deal with...<br/><br/>"ALEXEI!!" Kahmori's voice rings over the sound of combat "SWITCH!"<br/><br/>(Kahmori holds his position JUST long enough for Alexei to come up behind Brador, if he chooses to do so, giving Alexei a +2 flanking bonus. This, effectivly, 'delays' Kahmori's action to JUST after Alexei)<br/><br/>Darting out from in front of Brador, Kahmori dashes across the battlefield, a streak of white and red. He had to reach them before they knocked those arrows again...<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> With a shouting cry a thin green energy burst from the tip of her hammer and sunk into Kahmori’s body. The large kitsune instantly able to feel the magic course throughout his veins.  </div></blockquote><br/><br/>When Kahmori feels the magic. His innate resistance fights against it, but slowly, he feels it starting to take effect. Gritting his teeth, he fights away the effects. Not now...not now. They are injured. Not now, damnit...<br/><br/>With a growl of determination, Kahmori 'forces' the spell into little more than a dormant state - this was too important to allow a single spell to foul up...<br/><br/>(Will save! 19 + 2 = 21. Success!)<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;">*kisses the dice* They are being nice to me.</div></div></div><br/><br/>The magical effect never even slows the ferocious vulpine down.<br/><br/>If Alexei acted, Xali would remain protected, and perhaps the hail of arrows would be more...focused. On him. Eesh, this was going to really suck...<br/><br/>Then, Xali casts her SECOND spell. The cloud of blue smoke courses by him washing over the duo of archers with the sound of twinkling windchimes. Even HE felt a little exhausted, just from being near it. Ooohhh - clever girl. The enigma that was Xali just continued to deepen...<br/>So that was how she'd save Alexei...<br/><br/>That left just one target - and it would still get the effect he wanted. After all - even if the spell DIDN'T affect the archers, would they really want to focus on the heavily wounded wolf in the back? Or...the ready and fighting Kitsune that was almost in their face?<br/><br/>Changing course the slightest bit, he redirects his focus to the cleric who'd tried to cast a spell on him. Shame on her...<br/><br/>Dashing at the heavily armored female human, Kahmori's tails come unwinded behind him...and all of them, as if with a mind of their own...strike.<br/><br/>One smashes Vendra on her left arm with the force of a battering ram, denting the armor under the impact of the blow. Another firmly encircles her middle, squeezing her tightly to prevent her escape. The third surrounds the wrist that carried the hammer, trying to keep her from using it...and force that arm against her side.<br/><br/>(Kahmori Charges. +2 attack, -2 AC this round.)<br/>(Tail attack Vs. Vendra - (1d20 + 16): 17 + 16 = 33. Hit!)<br/>(Tail damage - 1d6(5) + 5 =<span style="font-weight: bold">10</span>damage + Improved grab)<br/><br/>Kahmori practically tackles the heavily-armored female, but not to take her to the ground...no, he had something far, far worse in mind. His powerful arms encircle her chest, the claws on each of his hands digging deeply into the thick metal armor she wore so protectivly over her body. It was likely a good thing - those claws could have been digging into flesh, instead. The awful, screeching sound of metal being rent splits the air as he gets a good hold, digging his claws deep, and picking the heavily-armored woman up off the ground as if she weighed no more than a feather.<br/><br/>(Grappling Vendra... (1d20 + 18): 15 + 18 =<span style="font-weight: bold">33</span>)<br/>(Vendra must make a DC 33 grapple check or be grappled!)<br/><br/><br/>(If Vendra fails her grapple check...)<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;">Hefting Vendra up against his chest, Kahmori opens his jaws, snapping them shut on the front of her helmet. With a wrenching yank, he tears the helmet straight off her head, spitting it casually to the side. At least now he'd get to TASTE his meal a little bit. The taste of metal was not an exceptionally pleasant one...though his stomach didn't care. Metal. Flesh. Even the strongest of steel melted like butter in the powerful acids of his belly - as she would, unfortunantly, soon find out.<br/><br/>Gazing down into her face, the handsome Kitsune offers the no-doubt terrified woman a pleasant smile, his eyes meeting her own for a few brief seconds "...Hello, beautiful. Sorry we had to meet under such unpleasant circumstances. Enjoy the trip. I know I will..."<br/><br/>A tingle of excitement crept up the kitsune's spine. It had been weeks since his last living meal. Weeks since last he'd enjoyed the squirming in his belly, the utterly blissful feeling of being full. Now, he was going to get to experience it. The thought of removing her armor briefly crosses his mind, but in the heat of battle - there simply was no time. Pity. Her bare flesh would have tasted delicious...<br/><br/>Licking his lips hungrily, Kahmori's jaws slowly open in front of Vendra's face, revealing the breath-taking interior of his voice. The long, thick tongue that led into the inky blackness of his throat. The soft pinkness of his cheeks, glistening slightly with saliva. The rows of amazingly sharp, conical teeth that lined his jaw. The sight was almost breathtaking. Or, perhaps in her condition - it was.<br/><br/>His tongue curling eagerly, Kahmori eases his jaws forwards....and slowly engulfs her head.<br/><br/>(Ingesting Vendra...  (1d20 + 20): 15 + 20 = <span style="font-weight: bold">35</span>)<br/>(Vendra is ingested unless she makes a DC 35 grapple check!)</div></div></div><br/><br/>(If Vendra fails her second grapple check...)<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;">A soft moan of pleasure wells of in the big kitsune's chest as his tongue glides across the smooth flesh of Vendra's face. The faint taste of salt from her sweat. The delicious flavor of her skin. By the gods, how heavenly she tasted. Once more, the thought of spending the time ripping her armor off her body crosses his mind...but no...this would do. He had bigger fish to fry, if that spell didn't work...<br/><br/>For those brief few seconds, it felt like the world had stopped. His tongue washes wetly across her face, coating her heavily in his warm, sticky saliva, ensuring plenty of lubrication for the trip she was about to undertake. How desperatly he wanted to do slowly...savor her flavor. Savor the feeling of her sliding down his throat, the heavy sensation of her filling his belly...<br/><br/>Yet this was not the time for such pleasures. Growling softly in his chest, Kahmori eases Vendra's face along his tongue, forcing her to look into the rapidly approaching blackness of his throat until her shoulders blocked every bit of light from entering his watering maw. Now came the less pleasant part. That armor.<br/><br/>Kahmori's jaws widen around Vendra's shoulders, his teeth scraping roughly along the thick metal armor she used for protection. How much protection that armor would afford against arrows and swords made it well worth it - but that armor would serve absolutely no purpose in his hot, squeezing stomach. Nothing would stop those acids from reaching her flesh, from turning her nutritious body into a meal for his own. Kahmori's cheeks bulge almost cutely as he forces her shoulders into his mouth, working them back and forth like a snake swallowing it's prey to force the tasteless metal further and further into his mouth, her head squeezing into the tight, rippling constraints of his eagerly swallowing throat.<br/><br/>A few more seconds, and she'd just be a bulge in his stomach, little more than a meal.</div></div></div>