Name: Ilset Val'atha<br/>Tagging: Thorsen'melis<br/>Location: The Walking Duck<br/>Skill: 7<br/>Stamina: 14<br/>Luck: 8<br/>Climax: 0 so far<br/><br/>Her attempt to escape the area had indeed been unsuccessful, something that this reptilian creature seemed to want to drill into her mind.  Not only had he intercepted and deflected her attack, but to add insult to injury, he held her there with a single arm, inspecting her form, clothed in naught but simple robes.  It wasn't like her to wear skimpy clothing, and indeed, she tried hiding her skin as much as she could.  The half-elf grimaced and winced as he gave her wrist a strong grip for only a moment, but it was enough to force the improvised weapon out of her grip, landing upon the floor and shattering into a puddle of wine and glass shards.  His grip loosened slightly, just enough so it felt like there<em>wasn't</em>a vice grip upon her.<br/><br/><strong>“You shouldn't be playing with weapons you know, it is very unlady like.”</strong><br/><br/>A hissing voice, much like what she expected a snake to sound like if they could speak, rang in the air, taunting her, reminding her of her current state of helplessness, and all she could do was argue back.<br/><br/>"Violence is not the first answer I would have chosen, but you leave me no choice!  You dare speak of the dangers of weapons, when you've slaughtered so many of my friends and neighbors in cold blood?!" she yells back stubbornly.  Of course, her arguments are met with little more than his own<em>tsk</em>ing and the sensation of being tossed upon the floor like a doll, landing with a soft thud.  It seemed like he wasn't actively<em>trying</em>to harm her, but to her, Thorsen was simply playing with his prey...And sure enough, only moments later, he was standing above her, casting his shadow, issuing another threat.<br/><br/><strong>“Now make this easy and take off your clothing otherwise I will be forced to take the situation into my own talons."</strong><br/><br/><em>Wait, what?!</em><br/><br/>"M-my clothing?!" she repeats, confused and outraged at his demand.  Of course, she promptly protects herself, covering her chest and crotch with her arm and hand, respectively.<br/><br/>"I refuse!  I am not some doll you can eye up...I am a woman of the cloth, and I uphold the rules of what I believe in, you...you overgrown reptile!" she spits back venomously, despite the very obvious fear she was experiencing, made even more obvious by her shaking, even if she didn't realize it yet.<br/><br/>"If you would see me slain, then do so! I would rather meet my end upon a blade than betray my goddess, monster."