The broom stick snaps in half to the pressure of the hard and failed strike against the doorpost. The splinters fall to the ground as well as the half of the broken stick she did not hold in her hand. While absolutely exotic and a sight to behold, this body is not trained to be used in any form to be used in combat.<br/><br/>"Oh come on!" She shrieks out and suddenly lets out a cry of pain as she feels her head pulled back by the strong grasp at her long dirty blond hair. Derrick tries to pull her arm free, but the pull and leverage was to much for her to escape Maeve's grip. "Let go of me you bitch!!"<br/><br/>Try as she might Derrick could not escape Maeve's hold on her naked body. Her breath labors with each moment of this wrestling match, and a layer of sweat begins to form along her bronzed skin. The light glistens from her writhing body with each futile attempt to escape the redhead.<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">Rolls 1d20 to escape Maeve's hold. rolls a 3 + 6 = 9. Not enough to make her escape. She's held in Maeve's grapple.</div></div>