<div class="floatright">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)</div>Air -- sweet, fresh air! The moment his claws let go off her throat, Nuria surged into action -- or would have, if that evil ground wasn't so close and her strength hadn't failed her for a moment, as the lack of oxygen made her swoon. So she fell rather unceremoniously onto the dirt, a foul curse on her lips as her already scraped knees protested.<br/><br/>"Your fault for not dying quickly," she muttered as she tried to push herself back up, finally succeeding to prop herself up with the second attempt. "Could've gone out with a bang." The woman chuckled weakly, wiped some spittle from her chin and slowly rose to her feet.<br/><br/>She was a tough one -- though her sheer physical strength couldn't match Phelypsis or Hjalmar, the fiery Godlike could take a punishment like few others; though pain stung her throat and her lungs ached, she smiled a savage grin through blood-stained lips as her eyes fell on the charred goblin. The ashes on her naked form, the blood, the white seed dripping from her, they all came together to make it painfully obvious to those who watched: this was where Nuria was at home. Where live was at its most intense; pain, joy, the despair of defeat and exhilaration of victory, this was hers and where she was at her most beautiful, even if at times it was painful or frightening to watch.<br/><br/>She stretched her limbs for a moment, like a great cat after a good sleep, then ran a finger up from her thighs along her soot-stained stomach, over her breasts and then to her lips; she tasted it -- the mixture of bugbear cum and her own juices, ashes, sweat and soil. She grinned around the finger, but her eyes were already trailing over the scene of battle to check on the others. Most bugbears were dealt with, as she had expected -- Phel and Lorelei had done well, even if the Bard had somehow between her sweet moans and tying up one of the beasts found the time to chide her with words she had barely registered over the onslaught of sensations that the rutting just now had been.<br/><br/>On the other side, separated by her flame, it didn't look as good -- there were bugbears lying on the ground in defeat, but there was one who stood: obviously their commander, taller even than the others and more massive yet. (A shame it hadn't been him she'd caught between her legs … ) Hjalmar was clashing against him and Sydney was there as well, but clearly hurt. For a moment she wondered if she should have cut her trist off sooner, but she was never one to lament her actions, so that notion vanished as quickly as it came -- and with an ululating battlecry she dashed forwards, flame wrapping around her hands again as she charged right for their common foe.<br/><br/><hr/>I'm not sure what to do here, rules-wise. Dungeon World doesn't have much for initiative or movement and 'getting there' isn't difficult for her since the fire doesn't bother her. I don't just want to immediately hack and slash, though, since she still needs time to get there -- would it be possible to count her sudden approach as a distraction and assist Hjalmar's next attack, or to distract Mr. Grushmaw from going after Sydney again (protect) if he so chooses?<br/><br/>