The flower-woman hisses in rage and pain as Tamara's blade looses her grip on the inebriated rogue, sending him crashing gracelessly to the ground. Thankfully for him, even in his hindered state, he's able to diffuse most of the damage of the fall by rolling upon impact with the ground, and soon he's standing beside Tamara on the forest floor.<br/><br/>"Ooh.. Hiya, Tam!" The thief blinks, his mind struggling to process everything against the effects of the flower-woman's pheromones. His body, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be having that difficulty... "You look nice today. You do somethin' with your hair?"<br/><br/>After a second, he sees that the blonde woman has her sword in hand, and is glaring angrily over her shoulder at the immense flower woman... and with a smirk, the thief draws one of his star-shaped knives and twists, leaning against the warrior woman's shoulder as he throws it crookedly at the base of the lewd plant stem. Of course, it doesn't even come close.<br/><br/>"I think I got it!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The woman in the flower seems<em>pissed.</em>Not only is this armored woman resisting her pheromones, she's also denying her her "prize" of the man who has fallen into her snare. And she seems in no rush to change that plan.<br/><br/>So the flower woman's focus shifts fully to Tam, and four more vines come bursting from the ground, each one lashing out the armored woman and attempting to worm their way beneath her armor. The first, she easily manages to deflect... but the second, third, and fourth all wrap around the woman's waist and thighs, and she feels the brush of vines against some of her more... defenseless... areas as the vines'<strong>grapple</strong>settles into place...