Delia was on her toes--well trained and well-oiled, she turned on her heel to face the three satyrs hoping to spring a trap on her.  Armed with just hooves and clubs, and their heavy cocks swaying lewdly betwixt their animal legs, the grubby half-men leered at her.  They were lustful, violent, and sizing her up.  Their ambush a failure, they attempted to encircle her on the road before moving in.<br/><br/>With the upper hand, she could maneuver as best suited her to try whatever stratagem she so pleased.  She could also attempt to flee, but women who ran from satyrs had a way of winding up face-down, ass-up in a grassy field.  Their legs were just better made for running than human ones.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Satyrs</div><div class="spoiler_body">3\3 Satyrs<br/>Soon to attack, but not yet as Delia seized the initiative<br/></div></div>