Although you cannot see it right now, being having forfeited one arm to the unyielding might of the constructed guardian, Ugrash looks uncertain at the whole scene, axes still in hand, his gaze still weary. but his whole posture a bit more relaxed than before. What your lips escaped next though, made him drop his axes  in surprise.<br/><br/>""I, haaaa, haaaa - I have to find a way to, to...to purify it-""<br/><br/>You can hear the clatter of the weapons hitting the ground, and heavy footsteps to your right, and turn your head for just a second, just in time to see Ugrash sit down in a relaxed pose just out of reach, his Loincloth raised by his own, big member, forming a huge and very visible tent, even showing the first blink of big, hairy, dark green balls beneath the short furs. He seems to have abandoned his axes using one hand to steady his seating while the other vanishes beneath his furs just when you look at it. His gaze is filled with just a tad surprise, but mostly with hot, burning lust! Its clear as day that he would love to be at the guardians place, would love to pin you down and fuck you, but is afraid of both your, and the enemies reaction if he were to really join in on the fun. And thus he is using every last ounce of willpower he has,it seems, to restrain himself to watching things unfold.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Nozomoto</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Player "Tialyn" was too slow. Player"Tialyn" was made to skip the round. <br/>Player" Ugrash" moved a bit and chose to be idle too. He skips his round.<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Tialyn offered a truly dazzling sight as the elven beauty offered no resistance to the clay-man at all, too stunned to even move a muscle at first, but clearly aroused soon thereafter, pressing her full breast against his body, her voice husky and trembling from expectation! Not a single thought wasted on her ruined attire, but maybe those would be wasted indeed, as everyone conscious had already seen what was hidden beneath her tight cassock, had already admired her full breasts, with the very erect nipples when they were on display. Any other foe might have been surprised by the fact, that such a stunning beatuy pressed herself onto him right there in the middle of the combat, pancaking her perfect breasts against his skin, tempting him to do more to her, but the guardian, being the mindless automaton it is, does not falter, does not hesitate. With the precision of movements learned and powered by divine will thousands of years ago, he lets go of his weapon and grabs tialyns remaining free arm, robbing her of all but the most basic ways to defy him. But maybe the desire his meaty, and now very hard rock is sending him weakens his resolve, as his grip is rather weak, sufficient to force your weak flesh into submission, but maybe... maybe weak enough to escape, if you really wanted to?<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Nozomoto</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Corrupted Graven Guardian used pin against Tialyn. He rolls a 5 for a total of 14, a close success!<br/><br/>(Tooltip: Pinned down: A pinned creature is tightly bound and can take few actions. A pinned creature cannot move and is denied its Dexterity bonus. A pinned character also takes an additional –4 penalty to his Armor Class. A pinned creature is limited in the actions that it can take. A pinned creature can always attempt to free itself, usually through a combat maneuver check or Escape Artist check. A pinned creature can take verbal and mental actions, but cannot cast any spells that require a somatic or material component. A pinned character who attempts to cast a spell or use a spell-like ability must make a concentration check (DC 10 + grappler's CMB + spell level) or lose the spell. Pinned is a more severe version of grappled, and their effects do not stack.)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Anyway, the Guardian now pins you to the ground. Bending you backwards, slowly, carefully, almost gentle you are forced onto the cool stone floor beneath you, said coldness slowly creeping through your ruined attire, before he is bringing your arms together over your head, to free one of his hands. He is now looming over you, kneeling over your waist, his knees to you left and right, his thick, throbbing and - above all - very hard member resting between your breasts, right on top of your holy symbol! With one hand busy sustaining his grip on your hands, the other one would be free to roam your melting body, but... as soon as his raging hard touches your holy symbol his motions stop, his freed hand now frozen in midair, but oh so dangerously close to those perky breasts of yours!