<strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>The tentacles did as she commanded, pinning Idao and keeping him more or less in one place as he struggled. Now with an open shot at it, the sorceress shot out a small line of energy upon the little beast. Again the shield of light did not activate, apparently warding only against her scorching rays. The worm squeeked at the cold chill struck it. Its' slimy tendrils detached from the aristocrat's neck and it squirmed like an inch-worm down his collar and into his robes.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Were the nobleman not so concerned with fanciful attire and bulky clothing, it may have been easier to spot the little thing hiding inside of his robes. It was trying to escape her by every means it had, and even in such a position, Idao still appeared to be under its' control.<br/><br/>The bodyguard squirmed and fought in vain against her many-armed captor. A tentacle wriggled onto her mouth for a moment, prompting an annoyed recoil as she jerked her head away from it.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tentacles pin Idao. They keep playing with bodyguard. (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TentacleRope) In accordance with Ivette's wishes, they don't bludgeon the crap out of them both.<br/><br/>Another psionic power fizzles. Another escape artist fails. Bad rolls all around. Although they'd both need to get pretty lucky.</div></div>