She lashes out for him, as he makes to lunge towards her, but the sparks and the shadows throw her off enough that she misses him widely. There's a definite ripping of cloth, as he deftly slides his hands between her ample bosom, and wraps his fingers around the leather bag, held within. Her eyes widen in shock and horror as he pulls it away from her, and she gives an unearthly screech. "NO! That's mine!"<br/><br/>She lunges for his hand, desperate to take the bag back.<br/><br/>(Provoking an AoO to attempt to Disarm him of the bag, 19 vs. N's CMD.)