((Nope! I accept no blame, Jermayan! Having you make a character for my game is just vengence for you stealing all my luck! x3 ))<br/><br/>((...Also...<img alt="&gt;.&gt;" src="./images/smilies/shifty.gif" title="Shifty eyes"/>...<img alt="&lt;.&lt;" src="./images/smilies/shifty.gif" title="Shifty eyes"/>.....))<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;">This is how Felicity pictures herself.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://s36.photobucket.com/user/CassyInko/media/howitshouldawent_zps46c35c99.jpg.html"><img alt="Image" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e42/CassyInko/howitshouldawent_zps46c35c99.jpg"/></a><br/><br/>and this is closer to how effective she actually was. x3<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://s36.photobucket.com/user/CassyInko/media/howitactuallywent_zpsd601d188.jpg.html"><img alt="Image" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e42/CassyInko/howitactuallywent_zpsd601d188.jpg"/></a><br/><br/>I'm the only one in the entire group that didn't do a single point of damage...x3 Haha...</div></div></div><br/><br/>Gritting her teeth, Felicity ground the heel of her boot against the minotaur's wrist, desperately trying to put enough of her own weight, however inconsiderable it was in comparison to the minotaur's own, against him to at least incapacitate his hand. Aiyaka had rather soundly 'distracted' him, and she simply had to make sure the kitsune's actions didn't earn her a solid whomp from the big, strong male before her grinding - and the poison in his bloodstream - had the chance to fell him completely.<br/><br/>She hardly has it in her to utter another little cry of shock when the minotaur swings his hand up and around her ankle, throwing it out wide and almost sending her careening to the floor. Instead, heedless of the dragon's near-feral rage, she actually stumbles backwards against him, and when the bull finally gives in and sinks to the floor with a crash, she feels what very little bit of energy she had suddenly flood from her body.<br/><br/>It was likely the first time Felicity had ever actually 'swooned' for real, but for the first time in...well,<span style="font-style: italic">ever</span>, she acts like the delicate damsel Vormitraax had set her up to be, simply sinking back against the big dragon's chest, her body shaking with exhertion "B-by...the gods...tough bastard..." She grunts between pants, eyeing Aiyaka as she rode out the bull's last bit of energy...somewhat literally "Y-you okay there, Aiyaka? Got him right where ya want him, I assume, yah? Hahaha-ow! Damnable horns...stupid cow tryin'na eat me...gimmie a skillet an a side o' potatoes, an I'll show ya who eats who..." Thoroughly exhausted from the brief fight, Felicity closes her eyes and simply breathes deep to catch her breath, leaning back against the dragon's broad chest.<br/><br/>As much as her pride hurt at having to admit she needed help, she'd certainly needed that, and in spades. In fact, she'd not even actually HURT the damn bull, only managed to piss it off. It was...well, it certainly took some of the wind out of her sails. It was for that very reason her own crew had ended up overpowering her and turning her in - she just wasn't strong enough, or perhaps not feirce enough, to command the fear required to ensure complete loyalty. Of course, her eating a few of them likely had something to do with it, but...well, if she was tougher, they'd still have not risen up against her "...Thanks fer tha help." She says quite simply, giving nothing further than just that.<br/><br/>"I'm well beat...ergh. I says we loots the nine hells outta this place, an' then book it. To the fish with the spear. We'll make a killin' just off the so called 'art' in this place. An where'n the hell is Nanami? Suckers like this lurkin' around, hate for the girl to get caught up in somethin' nasty."