<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Bile rising in her throat is swallowed down with some difficulty as her throat constricts in tight bands of steel to keep from screaming in anger, in frustration, in just..  disgust.  Growing up a street kid, Fern is no stranger to the sounds of coupling, to catching the odd persons here and there pressed in the darkness, hands fondling, bodies straining together.  Nothing, absolutely nothing prepared her for this.<br/><br/>A voice thick with the need to empty the remains of her meager lunch chokes out, "by the gods" as she flies into action.<br/><br/>(( OOC, Fern will go for her daggers, first attack will be to hamstring while he is preoccupied. once that is accomplished then daggers flying.  She will try to go for the kidney shot from behind.  Constantly circling to try to keep its back to her))<br/><br/>