<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Felina</strong></div>(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/034/8/3/8379a686673826263917e3fbab58e64a.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Class:</strong> Rogue (http://adventure.shoutwiki.com/wiki/Rogue)/Escape artist<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 25/30<br/><strong>Def:</strong> 11/11<br/><strong>Hit:</strong> -<br/><strong>Special:</strong><br/>- Concealed: no penalties from immobility, dodge any hit that is a multiple of three<br/><strong>Bondage:</strong><br/> - <br/> </div></div></div>Down in the clearing it seemed that the Orc was still trying to figure out where Felina had disappeared. Those brute were impressive but rather slow-witted, the Elf thought. From her vantage point in the tree she might have attacked her easily but first she wanted to get rid of those bolas that sawed into her breasts and prevented her from breathing freely.<br/><br/>She crossed her ankles under the branch she was sitting upon and began to contort her arms and twist her torso while sucking her belly as far in as she could. Immediately the coils of rope began to slacken. She pushed her fingers under them and pulled, quickly getting more freedom. After a few more twists and pulls she emerged free from the bolas, which she threw away, hoping to attract her attacker's attention to another place.<br/><br/>Then, silent as a panther, she drew two darts out of her belt… It was time to show that Orc that size and weight were not all that mattered in a fight.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative rolls: 2, 1 : Felina acts first (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60487)<br/>Double struggling: (1d20+1) x2,  Result: 11, 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60488)<br/></div></div>