<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/ljYAgW2.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Vergil1989 rolled: 5d6<br/>Comment: Body + Swordsman<br/>Result: 4, 1, 3, 3, 6  Not bad.  Just to get rid of that one though, adding a point of lust for a success.</div></div><br/>Zerxel couldn't help but smile despite her still lingering guilt over last night's screw up, glad that Bo was willing to forgive last night's debacle.  She listened intently to what the dwarf said, even as she watched her struggle with her hair, unable to get it to stay braided as it'd been the night before.  Truth be told, she was surprised her own armor was in as good as shape as it was, not counting her boots anyway , but she only gave it a passing thought as she noticed that her friend's gear was in far worse shape.  Remembering the spiderlings' offer, she made it a point to ask for armor first and foremost for Bo before anything for herself.  Either way, she nodded and stroked her chin once she had gotten herself together, and couldn't help but shiver in no small amount of pleasure from her oil slicked body.<strong>"If that's the case, we're very lucky that thing didn't get its slimy tentacles around us when it had the chance.  As for the exit, that's not a bad thought, but it might not be so straightforward, not if the Dungeon holds true to form as it's done thus far.  Only one of the doors might be the true way out of here, so it's gonna be a matter of figuring out which way is the true exit if that's the case.  Still, last night could have gone far worse than what it did.  I'm just glad we're concious to talk about it at all."</strong>She mused, but couldn't help but look down at Bo's feet and chuckle despite her friend's complaint before nodding to her own bare feet, but she shrugged and didn't let it bother her nearly as much as her friend.  Besides, it wasn't just the sponsors out in the world that found feet sexy.<strong>"You complain about your lack of boots, but I happen to like feet, and I happen to like the view of you in no underwear.  Anyway, I'd suggest asking Xara about what I made her do to my feet after I defeated her, but she might be busy sucking Malefactus's cock right now."</strong>If Xara was at that moment watching, or being forced to watch their feed, Zerxel would have felt quite smug at having made the jest against her, but even if she wasn't, it felt Zerxel felt better as she started on their way with Bo not far behind.<br/><br/>Handing the blood orange over, Zerxel couldn't help but chuckle a little as Bo, in her fashion, admitted to the same thing she had as they enjoyed their snack on the way to their hopeful destination.  The blood orange was indeed quite delicious, and Zerxel couldn't help the moan of appreciation that escaped her as she tore into the delicious bit of food she had found on the first floor.  As such, she gave Bo a grin even when she heard rustling in the bushes ahead of them.  Having since finished her morning snack, the rogue tossed the few remnants away before drawing her second sword as they took a moment to examine the soon revealed dogman.  Pack animals they might be, but they weren't all that threatening one or two at a time, as such, Zerxel stood straight and nodded towards Bo.<strong>"Well, no time like the present to find out!"</strong>She cheered, having always enjoyed a good morning workout after having a good meal, so the arrival of the dogman and its soon to arrive brethren seemed like a good idea as any after last night's failure.  As such, she didn't feel so hesitent in using her armor to further empower her swing when she closed into melee rank with the monster in front of them.<strong>"Keep an eye on our flanks!"</strong>She shouted towards Bo, not about to get themselves surrounded if she could help it even as she spun into her first strike to the right, before planning to spin the other way to take the creature's head from its shoulders if at the very least open its guts onto the ground.  Either way, she was committed to the path in front of her, that much was clear.