[[I'll go ahead and break the trend and get some hysterically bad luck. XD Goodness, Orokos hates me, my rolls... x3 a 5 and a 6 vs my...1 and 1. XD]]<br/><br/>A little, satisfied smirk crosses Felicity's face when the bullet strikes the minotaur pretty solidly in the chest. She didn't really want to have to kill the big brute, but the look he was giving her - and the nasty axe he was holding - didn't exactly bring her the greatest of comforts "Sorry, tuff stuff, I-" She begins, fully expecting the big minotaur to crumple in a liftless, or at least wounded, heap.<br/><br/>Needless to say, when the bullet ricochets off almost harmlessly, Felicity's eyes widen in shock. It just...it just...?! RICOCHET?!<br/><br/>The pistol was meant to puncture through the armored side of a ship to blast cannoneers behind the thick, protective walls...and the Minotaur had pretty well just shrugged it off?! Suddenly, she realised she was in a bit more trouble than she had at first thought. When the minotaur begins his charge at her, the neko girl quickly stuffs her pistols back into it's holster in favor of leaving her hand free for a little cutlass work, though she expected that might not be too terribly effective against a brute resistant to her big-arsed gun. Still, it was better than beating her fists fruitlessly against his chest.<br/><br/>Alas, she doesn't even get time to readjust her grip on her blade before the huge, burly minotaur hits her full-force in a charge, his arms wrapping around her body and easily lifting her from the floor, slamming her against the door behind her. A soft, strangled cry of pain escapes the big catgirl's throat as she felt the sudden jolt of pressure against her spine, mixing with the overwhelming strength of the minotaur's arms as he pretty well pins her "Gyaaah! G...GIT OFF ME!" She cries out, her voice somewhat wheezy from having the big arms wrapped so firmly around her middle. Despite her size, the minotaur still likely outweighed her by a few hundred pounds, and right now, she could REALLY feel the disparity in their physical strength.<br/><br/>Placing her hands on the big creature's horns, she tightens her grip and begins to twist, exactly as a rancher might wrangle an overly-zealous bull on the farm, in an effort to force him to release her "Grrrrr, let...go...of...ME!!"<br/><br/><br/>(( Defense roll of...<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/254499">Awwww phooey...</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+3</span><span style="font-weight: bold">1</span><br/><br/>I have been pretty handily trounced. x3 So, he succeeded with style AGAIN, and I take...um...my 3-shift stress and 1-shift stress in damage, right? Then, he gets another boost to use again me.<br/><br/><br/>Attack against him is...<br/><br/><br/>*Kicks Orokos* The dice roller hates me!<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/254500">Bull-wrangling!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4dF+3</span><span style="font-weight: bold">3</span>to push him off!))