Lyra acked as it grabbed her, pinning her spear to her side but she was able to pry it loose despite having one armed trapped by it.  The spear was light enough and small enough to be used one-handedly without an issue and would kick at the thing (not an attack just general flailing) and tried to get free. Writhing in it's grasp hoping that large tentacle wouldn't give it an advantage to hold her due to it's size and blushed a bit in ehr writhing she felt her ample boobs smacking against it a bit as her rump rubbed against the tentacles tryign to get away.  "I'm horrified that we might be related by blood. I'm not your damn toy."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Actions/rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"> 1d20a1 Result: 17 to hit; 1d6a1 Result: 7 damage</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"> HP: 11 | Pleasure: 0 | Ahegao: 11 | Clothing Integrity: 1/1 | Buffs: Mage Armor</div></div>