<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/AlyssaAntelope.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Alyssa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=294232.msg14430749#msg14430749)<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Castle Plaza<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><strong>GM NPCs</strong>| Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Normal | Initiative: 17 |<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Insight: 12</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-10-12 18:26:56, Alyssa (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 12 (http://[url=/forums/dicebot.php?r=125397)[/url]</div></div><hr/><br/>Unable to find a way to flee, and muddled by the chaos going on around her, Alyssa turned back to the woman and her guards.  But, then she heard the shout from the crowd, her eyes darting around before stopping with curiosity on a hooded figure near her.  After a moment's study, she realized he was the likely target of the woman, and her own fear was misplaced.<br/><br/>Part of her urged her to simply put some distance between herself and the man, to allow the woman to perform her duties without interference.  But, another part of her suspected that she was already the cause for making the woman's work more difficult, and might end up causing the man to get away.  He could then do someone harm, and anything he did would be partially on her own head.  Already feeling a pang of guilt over events that had yet to occur, she actually moved toward the hooded figure and kicked out with one powerful leg.  Her glittering silver hoof was aimed directly at the hooded man's crotch, even as she offered a wince and a sincere, murmured.  "I'm so sorry!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'd roll for an Unarmed Strike, but Alyssa has -2 strength, so even if she makes contact...she literally can't do any damage.  -giggles.-</div></div>