"Heh, we'll see about that, girl," Ilvatha taunted back, taking time to stay out of the warrior's range.  She quickly turned away from Fael, shouting to the crowd "What do you think?  Should we all see some elf tits?"  The crowd replied immediately with cheering and several loud yells.  Still smiling, Ilvatha turned back to Fael, giving her a quick grin before dashing in for another strike...<br/><br/>At 2012-06-13 00:42:18, Ilvatha (uid: 22369) rolls: 1d20 Result: 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=38656)<br/>At 2012-06-13 00:42:28, Fael (uid: 22369) rolls: 1d20 Result: 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=38657)<br/><br/>Her sword swung low, aiming for Fael's hips in a wide arc.  Her sword missed completely, but as she danced past the other elf, her other arm swung around, slapping against Fael's other shoulder.  Immediately there was a loud pop, and as Ilvatha grabbed the remains of Fael's bra, ripping it from her body, there was a clear burn in the shape of a hand right where Ilvatha had touched the fighter.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Remaining HP:</span><br/>Ilvatha: 5<br/>Fael: 3