<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Evelyn</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC:18 HP 30/39 -4 STR</div></div><br/>Even though the brute couldn't touch her, his physical presence was enough to keep her from slipping past. She couldn't go around him, and that meant one thing: going through. Evelyn took a step back, but that was only to give her enough space to apply her full strength to her attacks. Two cleaving blows, hopefully enough to bring the behemoth down and allow her to continue.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Attack!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack 1: 17 to hit, 15 damage, 10 Radiant<br/>Attack 2: 18 to hit, 11 damage, 6 radiant</div></div><br/>While Evelyn might be doing well, her captain was in a much worse state. The continued rutting served to sap her strength, the unexpected (and unwanted) pleasure keeping her from throwing the hound off. Another moan emerges, her cheeks flushed with humiliation as the knight captain is slowly being broken down. It was humiliating, but it would seem that the servants of Tenebrax were quite capable of forcing pleasure on willing mates. She tried her best to resist but she could feel her will slipping...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Save?</div><div class="spoiler_body">2 again...now those are the sorts of rolls for saves I'm used to</div></div>