(( Not subtle enough....oh god...XD Also, you're correct on the liberties taken with combat! Describe your attacks however you like, as long as they stay within their realms of 'this is what we're supposed to do'. Much like Litala crawling up onto your neck, she didn't actually grapple you, and you just tossed her off - this is perfectly acceptable! ^_^ In fact, encouraged! Spice up your attack however you like! ))<br/><br/><br/><br/>It takes a couple of bites to finally manage to snag the elf on his shoulder, her lithe little body twisting and writing out of reach of his large, biting jaws, but soon enough Thygor feels satisfaction as his teeth dig into waist. With relative ease, he plucks her from his shoulder and savagely shakes her back and forth, drawing a loud, pained cry from the elvish girl - but also a cry of complete and utter RAGE. Clearly, she was hurt, and badly...but the fire in her blood simply seemed to be unquenchable, and she immediately begins to swing her long, slender blade at Thygor's face in an attempt to force him to release her.<br/><br/>Though the moment is incredibly brief, the taste of the elf's body washes across his tongue, giving him a good taste of her body. Whereas Henriette had been heavier, a little thicker (especially along her chest and shapely rear), with a far more intense taste, Litala was the exact opposite. Slender but shapely, light, and her body frame clearly hid the immense strength she somehow possessed in her raged state of mind. Even her taste was more subtle, slightly 'sweeter' if it could be described as such, and much like Henriette herself, absolutely delicious.<br/><br/><br/>With a fling, Litala finds herself tossed to the ground, and before she could even THINK of getting up, subjected to a vicious downwards stab that impales her shoulder, temporarily pinning her to the ground. When Thygor's blade retracts, though, he does not find an elvish girl who'd given in to her wounds...but one rising to her feet, clutching her blade like it was literally the lifeline keeping her alive. In a way, it was "Haaaah.....haaaaaahhhh..." Her breath comes in harsh, ragged gasps, she looks on the verge of collapse, but...she lifts her blade, pointing it at Thygor, and prepares to charge him, seemingly unwilling to give in or submit until the big dragon had been 'dealt with'.<br/><br/>(( Litala has already gone this round, as has Thygor. SO! This leaves...anyone else who wants to intervene. x3 It looks like Litala is 'too far gone' to even consider giving in. ))