<div class="floatright">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/011/200/924/large/jinju-choi-180607.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Aletta de Fanfaronne</strong></span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315946.msg15259040#msg15259040)<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Human Blademaster<br/><strong>Strength:</strong>Head<strong>Vulnerability:</strong>Arms<br/><strong>Willpower:</strong>35<strong>Defense:</strong>9<strong>Morale:</strong>12<br/><strong>Bondage:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Head:</strong></li><li><strong>Arms:</strong>   </li><li><strong>Legs:</strong> </li></ul><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Cooldowns:</strong>Overhead Sweep 0/3, Pursuit 0/3,<br/><strong>Once per combat:</strong>Coup de Grace 0/1<br/><hr/><strong>"Nevermind the rope.."</strong>Aletta remarked, looking up at the vegetation immediately overgrowing the hole again.<em>So that's how the trap worked…"</em>Her eyes glanced over the large amounts of items scattered throughout the room. The dryad had been busy. If this was what remained of the villagers then she had little hope for them.<strong>"What?!"</strong>The duellist expressed, lifting a dress up with the tip of her rapier. It looked like Delaine's. Her hands started to shake in anger.<strong>"Now it's personal! Come on then you wench! You're my bitch now! I'll give you an ass whooping will still be felt by the sixth generation of your offspring!"</strong>There was only one way to go, which meant their enemy had to be waiting there. Angrily Aletta strolled over to the tunnel sealed by dangling roots. The smell wafting from it could only be from their adversary! She started to hack at the roots with the fury of a woman possessed, trying to clear herself a path.<br/>