The poor nymph ran along until she was reeled in, and squirmed against Jazen, letting out muffled moans through his hand.  When he finally released her mouth, she let out a blood-curdling scream of fright before he even spoke, tugging away from him and trying to free herself.  She bit, kicked, and clawed futilely at Jazen's form - though it /did/ kind of smart!  Until, that is, the Satyr barreled out of the woods in an angry charge that predictably stopped short as he spotted Jazen.  He stepped back a couple steps, raising his hands to form a pair of fireballs, and flung them at Jazen with an angry howl.  The nymph froze up as the balls of fire raced towards them.