<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hit Points: 76     Speed: 40 feet<br/>AC: Usually 23, but in net presumably just from armor, so 16?<br/>Saves: Fortitude: +9     Reflex: +6     Will: +2     BAB: + 11/ + 6<br/></div></div><br/>With the loosening of the net every time she managed to sever a rope, Yolande's confidence grew.  She was still entangled for now, but close - and her armour, and the twisting of her body as she hacked at the ropes, had managed to keep her safe from the frustrated hobgoblin tasked with watching her.  She grinned, thinking of the trouble he'd be in - if she left him alive, that is.  She continued working with the black end of her double-sword, already thinking of what she must do when free... should she run, or fight here?  She was lost in the woods, so had no idea which way to run... fighting here was probably best then, especially as the other hobgoblin was no doubt bringing his leader.<br/><br/>One rope parted, and she sagged lower in the net, barely still enclosed.  Another swipe, and a rope was nearly cut through, but stubbornly it held... she just needed a moment more, and she'd be on her feet.  On the ground, at least.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full attack, 2 automatic hits.  Just doing simple attacks with the adamantine blade, which is only +1, but overcomes <em>hardness</em><br/>Hits +4 damage (+3 Str, +1 Magic).<br/>2d8m4 Result: <strong>11</strong>, <strong>9</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124268)<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Meanwhile,<br/><br/>Sensitive hearing and animal-like alertness partly roused a sleeping Gena, and when a hand gripped her breast, she swam up from sleep in confusion.  A man ... two men!  Perhaps the smart thing to do would be to wait, quietly, and listen and learn... but Gena's hot blood had never had patience for such an approach.  She was a strong fighter, and that had always worked for her before.<br/><br/>Now wolf-eyes snapped open, gleaming in the dim room, and seeing one of the staff... from the kitchen, this one was, and there was another she didn't take the time to examine now.  With a snarl, her hand gripped the man's wrist and twisted, pulling him from her breast and towards the floor as she rose.<br/><br/>"Chessa, wake up!" she hissed at her room-mate, who hadn't moved yet.  Gena pushed the man towards the other intruder and grabbed the nearest weapon - a hairbrush, but it was hard bone and could do some damage if it hit in the face or various other vulnerable spots.  "Chessa!"  Gena sprang for the men, to take advantage of the surprise, and expecting Chessa to join her in a moment.