<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/wiyKLct.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Freya Black<br/><strong>HP:</strong>20/25<strong>Attack:</strong>d8<strong>Armor:</strong>0<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>Stone dagger, lantern<br/><strong>Active Stunts:</strong><em></em><br/><strong>Roll:</strong>damage: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=141514)<br/><hr/><br/>Freya allows herself a small smirk at the overwhelming jeers and boos of the crowd. Obviously they cared more about getting a titillating show than whether the fearless challenger would actually come out victorious. That was fine with her though, because she cared more about claiming that winner's bonus than putting on said show. They couldn't really fault her for acting selfishly when they were doing just the same.<br/><br/>"A taste doesn't sound to bad. It's been too long since I've had horse stew" she called back, recalling a hearty delicacy from her homeland. Of course the centaur meant to 'taste' her in a much less literal sense, evidenced by the growing erection flopping underneath her.<br/><br/>She saw the horsewoman approach, and had prepared to leap up into one of the trees to escape her range. However the moment she jumped something long and thick caught around her ankle, slamming her right back down with a dull thud, "ack!" Freya grunted. If the vine's rough grapple hadn't knocked the wind out of her, the full force of a horse powered kick sure did the trick. The huntress let out a breathless gasp as she was thrown back, bouncing off the trunk of one of the trees and dropping to her knees.<br/><br/>From her unlucky vantage point she saw the flat headed bitch breaker looming ominously over her. The conflict in anatomy was apparent to anyone with a working pair of eyes. Freya's body, or any human's really, was simply not designed to take something that large, and the thought of how her body might be stretched to accommodate it was...less than appealing. Fortunately in her breeder's boast the centaur had made a fatal mistake, carelessly exposing her greatest weakness. Just beneath her equine shaft hung the massive balls of horse in heat, full to bursting with a full kettle's worth of stallion soup. They were proud, swinging symbols of virility and sexual dominance...and also quite sensitive...<br/><br/>Gritting her teeth Freya grabbed the vine and swiftly severed it with a single stroke of her stone dagger. Not wasting any time or motion she threw herself forward, slipping beneath the centaur's undercarriage. If these people wanted a show, then she'd give them one. Surely the perverse patrons of the arena would love to see the wild woman give that virile centaur some head, and so she did, planting her feet firm and throwing all her weight into a full force headbutt right to the centaur's swollen nads.