The defender fought back tears as her clothes were torn from her body, revealing her pale flesh and well toned form for all the world to see.  She made the mistake of looking downward and seeing the creatures huge hardening tool.  The blonde felt that horrible gut wrenching animal like fear, her stomach ached and all color drained from her face.<br/><br/>She did her best to keep her mind focused, ignoring the beast’s rank scent, and the heat that was welling up from its shaft.  She took a deep breath and slammed the hilt of her blade hard into the plains lizard throat, hoping to catch it off gaurd.<br/><br/>HP: 95<br/><br/>Str: 7<br/>End: 8<br/>Gra: 7<br/>Cha: 6<br/>Int: 5<br/>Spi: 5<br/><br/>P. Def: 64<br/>M. Def: 61<br/>S. Def: 64<br/><br/>Roll Result: Seraph rolled: 1d100, adding 15to the total<br/>Comment: Wear Down<br/>Result: 70,<br/>Total: 85<br/><br/>15 damage<br/><br/>( I know...  well, atleast I hit this time)