<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Missysnowmug.jpg)</div>Name: Mischievous Three Tailed Fox Goads Devil (Missy for short)<br/>Race: Demontouched<br/>Class: Ranger<br/>Location: Entering the perforated barn<br/>Time: Late Evening<br/>Tagged: Little Fox, Goblins<br/><hr/><br/>It was just common sense to go armed on the frontier, but it took a crass soul to pull a sword in the middle of town at the slightest provocation. Missy's single-edged greatsword was already in her hands on the mere suspicion of goblins. It was a blade for a hand and a half, or two feminine hands, too broad to swing properly in a small barn, just like her hips. It wasn't a sword for hacking, and Missy didn't rely on hulking strength to drive it home.<br/><br/>There were creatures stirring under the fallen pieces of wall, and on instinct Missy sprang atop the biggest fragment of barn timbers. An angry squawk told her that yes, there was a monster underneath- several of them, judging by the way the timber wobbled under her nimble feet. It was too thick to easily penetrate with her blade, to reach the goblins underneath, so she improvised.<br/><br/>A swish of Missy's hips kicked up the scarves and ribbons she used to accentuate her curves to attract the bull's eye. She bounced like a war dancing ferret, communicating to the angry bovine<em>I'm a skulking wolf come to steal away the calves. </em>It was an added bonus that every pounce elicited a bark of protest from the goblins struggling to get out. Oh, when they were free, they would be burning mad, screaming mad, single-mindedly mad, and if she played her cards right, they would be focused on her about the time the bull came back for another charge.<br/><br/>Then she would leap nimbly onto the beast's back, steer it home to the corral, and receive her tummy rub from the grateful townsfolk. Easy!