<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>Tashiel's expression is grim as she danced agilely away from the hobgoblin, her lips thin and pale.  For the moment, at least, she had forgotten the pleasure that these monsters could cause in her.  She'd even forgotten that her top was torn away, leaving her breasts bare, the firm orbs gently bouncing as she moved about the battlefield.  Her training, the endless hours she'd put into practice, were showing, her form moving fluidly.<br/><br/>A quick feint towards the hobgoblin keeps him away.  And then Tashiel is lunging towards the orc, her lips pulled back as she strikes, her sword cutting across at him.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Attack = 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103859)<br/>Damage = 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103860)<br/></div></div>