((Per discussion with Cass...))<br/><br/>Johan dances forward, lancing the obvious threat through the shoulder and hoping that the ratgirl wasn't left-handed, Johan pulls out and grins at Cheesy. "There, see? You should have been more polite, then you'd still have two working arms!" He dances a little from side to side, keeping his focus on his chosen enemy even as madness breaks out all around him as his troops roar into combat. He isn't even slightly surprised at the gunshot's aftereffects, though he does cock his head in the now-large catgirl's direction until she turns away. Clearly, that was one score that she still wanted to settle, and while Johan would be pleased to have a... grappling competition, the middle of a fight wasn't the place to get distracted by such things. "I wouldn't dream of keeping you from your fun," he calls out to Yumina, watching as she begins Having Fun With Her New Friends. He's more concerned by the twang of a bow and the sound of it hitting Alura, but in a snap judgment he decides that Yumina was ideally placed to exact a horrific and acid-y retribution while doing her best to keep Alura from more harm than he could. Johan quickly settled into his own role, keeping Cheesy locked down and unable to accomplish much while keeping his eye on the human woman who'd done all the talking. He figured he could probably just about handle the two of them.<br/><br/>Snorting, he dances away from the first spell to target him, moving fast. He licks his lips at the honey scent, and says, "Oh! You like honey too? I've had honey on me before, and my partners tell me it's simply wonderful when paired with my flesh. Pity a mouse- sorry, rat- like you won't be enjoying in, hmm? And thank you again, Cyria. Let's finish cleaning up after ourselves." He licks his lips again, focusing on Cheesy this time as his stomach begins making unfamiliar eager noises and a look comes into the human's eye that has decidedly never been there before. Whispers of memory float at the back of his head, instincts to stuff his enemies into his stomach and use them to fuel her muscles... his muscles... they had to be from Disa, another artifact of their bond, but whatever the source Johan's hindbrain was telling him it was suppertime no matter the physical difficulties involved even in getting a relatively slight meal like Cheesy down his throat. "Now, then, about that food chain-" he says with a grin, eyes still locked on the ratgirl and advancing-<br/><br/>All at once, he stops moving forward, feeling thin strands of netting wrap around him. For half a breath, he wonders how Cyria could have woven a web and cast it around him without him noticing- not to mention why the drider would do that- before a yank on his new chain almost pulls him off his feet. Stumbling a little, he doesn't have any chance but to side-walk awkwardly towards the pretty half-orc. Once his senses recover from their brief lock onto Cheesy, he hears what the two are saying. "Rid? Well, I'm sure that won't be necessar-" Another yank pulls him a few feet away from Drogjee. "Well! How rude. Perhaps I can persuade you this would be a mist-" interrupting himself mid-word, Johan lunges towards the green-skinned woman, sword out still slick with Cheesy's blood. With his eyes, he can see the orc already shifting her weight to avoid it, and knows he's going to miss, so he brings the sword up and around his back while spinning in a circle and moving forward. The tip of the blade cleanly hacks through the rope, and the shreds of the net settle around on Johan's feet. As he finishes his spin, starting to bring his sword back up into a ready position, the human's got a big grin on his face.<br/><br/>The grin falters when he thuds squarely into the half-orc's front before he can get back to readiness to fight, and thick arms wrap around his sides in a hug that pins him in a swallowable, straight up-and-down position; exactly where he didn't want to be. His face is all but mashed into the top of the half-orc's cleavage, fang necklace tickling his chin as the earthy aroma of the half-orc fills his nostrils and body heat washes over him. "Oh." He says. "Well, come on now, let's be friendly about this. I'll be just as much out of the fight if you drag me off into the bushes, strip me naked, and have your way with me, right? There's no need to bring tongues or teeth into this," he says... but almost absently, his head starting to crane upward to look at Drogjee's mouth already starting to open. "Those tusks aren't too sharp, are they?" He says meekly. "Not again." Not that he was unhappy to be in the orc's embrace, but he'd rather it happen when the danger was past. Already, the half orc's scent and raw presence in front of (and soon around) him was causing a stiffening reaction between his legs that in other circumstances would be encouraging, but with the orc focusing on getting him out of the way and in her belly as quickly as possible was just a distraction. "We can talk about this!" Johan says- just a little quicker, but not making any effort to squirm out of the orc's grip... just yet.<br/><br/>[[So... Johan attempted to Sunder the net, which prompted an AOO which the orc used to grapple, which prompted an AOO from Johan. Untangling that, Johan's stab:<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/381920">AOO</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">13</span>Misses, the grappled from Cassy hit (rolled in IMs), and the sunder crits<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/381919">Attack!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">26</span>. End state is that Johan is grappled but not entangled after his turn.]]