<strong>OOC:</strong>Lyra heads back towards the carriage, choosing to assist the snake woman. She circles around the hobgoblins that have descended on her serpentine companion, so that they have to fight on two fronts. She makes a single attack against the most convenient foe. ((9 [1d20 roll] + 12 [base] = 2 [Flanking?] = 21 or 23 Flanking; 3 [1d4 base] + 15 [3d6 SA] = 3 or 18 Flanking))<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/6007/lyrarhod.jpg)</div><strong>Lyra</strong><br/><br/>The battle seemed to be going better now, and it wouldn't hurt Lyra to be on the winning side. Even if she didn't stay in their company long, by helping she could probably gain something. A meal, some news...maybe one of her new friends might just be her type.<br/><br/>It had been weeks since she'd had someone to play with, and that old, constant hunger had been demanding satisfaction.<em><strong>Enjoy the fighting, Lyra. It was nice, sinking your blade into the meat of that demon hound, wasn't it?</strong></em>The truth was that it really wasn't. She wanted time alone with a playmate. She wanted to draw things out, to enjoy the intimacy that came with a last breath.<em><strong>Later. Time for that later. Have to survive this first. </strong></em><br/><br/>As she circled the hobgoblins that attacked the serpent-woman, Lyra smiled brightly, her face full of warmth and confidence.<strong>"Don't worry, I'll help you,"</strong>she called out. Lyra out in the world was much different from the creature that lived within. She had no doubts that she was convincing. By the time this was over, she'd be covered in beautiful, crimson blood and they would be thanking the girl for her aid. Lyra slashed out with enthusiasm at one of the bestial humanoids moving in on Martel.