<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/79812734801.jpg)</div><strong>Celeste Southland</strong><br/><br/><strong>Health:</strong>20 / 22 |<strong>Mana:</strong>9 / 9 |<strong>Virtue:</strong>12 / 12<br/><br/><strong>Inventory</strong><br/><div class="floatleft">Equipped:<br/>Steel longsword<br/>Steel half-helmet, Steel breastplate, Steel vambraces <br/>Steel Pauldrons, Steel Greaves, Steel Sabatons<br/></div><div class="floatright">Leather pouch:<br/>Healing potions X2, Blue potion, Purple Potion, Pearl necklace, Soap bar<br/></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Celeste would greatly regret not thinking this through. She felt absolutely naked with her sword a mere foot or so out of reach, and this Hellhound was starting to rip away at her armor to inevitably what he thought was to be a prize. Fighting this monster off was not a feat of calm and collection, however, as she screamed and tried to kick away at it. Likely an act that would attract any of this beast's friend. The hellhound was heavy, its claws left to grow sharp at a multitude of angles.<br/><br/>Despite her constant kicking, her mind did manage to think about her next move. With the beast so focused on her lower body , Celeste sat up without the aid of her hands (something she can attribute to being able to do with her physical training) and try to punch or push the hellhound away. Anything that would hopefully leave her an opening to reach for her weapon.