[[ I realize it's not my initiative time to act.....buut am tired of waiting XD ]]<br/><br/>With enemies advancing on either side, harsh words, artillery, and blaster fire being openly exchanged, and their only means of transportation and escape being effectively grounded, Celrie couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through her body. Oh the mixture of emotions that permeated the air were all but palpable to her as she looks over the battlefield, fear, anxiety, anticipation, confidence, hunger, lust, why she could practically taste them as she looks upon all those assembled. It all served to make her even more excitable, her heart racing, pounding in her chest as it often did right before going on stage....and in a sense, this was a performance all it's own, a performance of a more visceral nature, and while she was far from a seasoned combatant, she felt she knew the steps to this dance all the same.<br/><br/>Although the temperature around her had not improved, and Maribel had not been able to make good on her promise of furs. Celrie was no longer focused on the biting cold. Her psionic energies flowing through her body helped to warm her, as well as the rush of adrenaline that pumped through her veins. She smiles as her efforts are acknowledged, by both Maribel and Arcea alike. "Feels good doesn't it?" she murmurs to both of them. Her attention would however shift to focus on the feline, as Arcea makes her way a little closer, mentioning adventure's the two would have to share. "mmm yes, I would certainly love some kitty-ventures." she whispers with an excited giggle and a slight flash of a blush that colors the tips of her ears. "and if you think that felt good....you aint seen nothing yet." she teases, shooting Arcea a quick little wink. Celrie was well aware that her augmenting abilities often felt quite pleasurable, it only made this fact more enjoyable that they were being felt by one she cared so deeply for such as Arcea.<br/><br/>The lustful intention in Arcea's voice served to excite the elf even further, as her mind begins to wonder on all that the catgirl may have in store for her once this was over. Her tongue had always felt good...and what Celrie wouldn't give to feel it being drug across every inch of her body at a moment like this, as not only would it feel amazing, but it would be oh so delightfully warm as well. Of course who's to say Celrie couldn't do some licking of her own... She giggles mischievously as she thinks on this, as all the while her eyes take to the task of drinking in the sight of Arcea's backside, smiling dreamily as the catgirl focuses on keeping herself between Celrie and any oncoming enemy fire. It really was comforting being looked out for so fiercely!<br/><br/>Celrie is snapped out of her reverie by the call of a nearby canine. Her head snapping to address none other than Alexis. The elf's expression softening as she lays eyes upon her, realizing how unsettling this all must be for her. Celrie at least had the benefit of some manner of training, as seers and psionics where often used on the battlefield by her people. "Head inside Alexis, I'll be along shortly. it's far to dangerous to dawdle out here." she encourages her, watching for a moment to see that she was safely tucked inside. Celrie hadn't expended any psionic energy protecting her after all, having hoped the wolfess would use the cover of the train. Of course the fact she wanted her to come with her had not fallen on deaf ears, and while Celrie appreciated Alexis' own desire to keep her close and safe, the elf knew her presence would be better served out here in the open, at least for the time being.<br/><br/>Taking a moment to assess the situation, Celrie takes note of the tension in the air. Yasha's fired warning, and Sevana's words seemed to carry much weight with the apparent leader of the bandits assembled. It surely wouldn't bode well to take any aggressive actions until their outcome was clear.. despite how open a target many of the approaching enemies have made themselves to be. The pair of martens, especially having caused the elf to giggle as she observes their almost comedic antics, detonating an explosion of sorts right on top of themselves.<br/><br/>Seeing as those around her seemed to be more interested in talking sense into the enemy coons, as apposed to openly firing on them, Celrie would step out from behind the obscuring shield of Arcea. Standing alongside Maribel she smiles and offers a polite little wave in her uncles direction. Allowing him the opportunity to see just who Maribel had been talking about. "Surely...you all wouldn't want to hurt me?" she calls out, drawing attention to herself as she leans forward wrapping her arms around herself in a body temperature preserving hug. "It's so cold out here....wouldn't you all rather go someplace warm....talk this out....why I can think of many more enjoyable ways that we could be spending this time together..." she shivers a little as she leans a little further forward. Allowing those in front to get a good view of her breasts pressed so nicely together, the pair fit to bursting from what little clothing held them in place. Celrie working off of what Maribel herself had said, taking her words as an opportunity to place herself center stage. To allow all eyes to be on her, feasting on the sight of her  supple elven body, her curves, on the shapeliness of her rump, and the voluptuousness of her breasts. Just as while on stage, her goal being to excite and entice emotion from all those around her, be it lust, sympathy, excitement, or in the case of the alligators and their chubby handler, even hunger. So long as their minds where on her is all that mattered. As such she takes particular care to turn her pert little rump in the direction of the artillery crew, giving it an enticing and sexy little wiggle as she looks over her shoulder and shoots a wink. She knew they where already looking in her direction, having called out to Maribel mere moments before...now if only she could just get them to ogle her instead of firing.<br/><br/><br/><br/>[[  Celrie shall be using a smarts trick this round, and while every opponent is free to observe and respond as they will, the official effect of the action shall be focused on the artillery crew, specifically the one who seems to be in charge of said crew :3<br/><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/349968">Tush waggle trick</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d12</span><span style="font-weight: bold">11</span><br/><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/349969">waggle (wild)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">1</span><br/><br/>so an 11  ^_^  ]]