"Pirotess!"<br/><br/>The goblin champion's thick hand closed on her waist, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp...And then it *pulled*, and Elea's costume - Ripped away...?<br/><br/>Her eyes went wide - Something was *really* wrong. This wasn't supposed to be happening...Her yelp sawing from her silky throat, her body stiffening as Elea's shapely bosom jiggled free! Those pale perfect orbs were so round, so full...But she wasn't supposed to suffer clothing damage. More, she was...anatomically correct-?<br/><br/>Those thoughts flashed through her mind, as she struggled - Dark spots dancing in her vision, before Pirotess's staff spaded a goblin right off it's feet! And she wasn't the only one - The goblins were tearing at Ishtar's clothes, as Juan's sword stabbed into the thing's knee from behind. As it roared, those fat fingers spasmed open...Releasing her at last, Elea's lissome legs buckling beneath her as she sank to the ground-!<br/><br/>"W, what-" she managed, clutching at herself, her costume in tatters -<em>What's going on-</em><br/><br/>The goblin brute's roar rang in her ears, as Ishtar took it down - Elea's HUD lighting up, as the<em>Bless</em>spell radiated forth!<br/><br/>"Finish it?" Elea echoed - "With what...?"<br/><br/>She was out of spells, but...<br/><br/>Her hand went to the crude spear she'd dropped, that lay within reach!<em>Better than nothing,</em>she thought - Every little bit helped! Modesty didn't matter, now...She staggered towards the goblin, her weapon raised - And as the brute thrashed, she drew her arm back...<br/><br/>-And *stabbed* with the spear, two-handed, aiming at the creature's throat!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Die Rolls!</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Attack!</strong><br/>Roll(2d6)+1:<br/>2,6,+1<br/>Total:9<br/><br/><strong>Damage:</strong><br/>Roll(1d4)+0:<br/>4,+0<br/>Total:4<br/></div></div>