<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Arleen Devina</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1158285)</div>(http://gelbooru.com//samples/a3/4c/sample_a34ca16eea12fecf471c079422f19499.jpg)</div><br/>Arleen was not able to see any hostages or any other humanoid besides the green skinned small ones, perhaps her senses had betrayed her but one way or another these foul little creatures could not have good intentions and i fher memory served her well they were supposed to be really close to Mormouth. Could these little pests be preparing themselves to assault the peaceful village? She could certainly not allow it so she rushed herself into combat.<br/><br/>Thing did not result as she hoped though, the inexperienced angelic paladin underestimated their numbers and wounded once and again she was slowly forced to retreat heavily beaten, the heavy armor she wore didn't allowed her to run too fast and she was not able to gain distance over her enemies and she soon started to cry for help while chased by goblins. How humiliating it felt for her to be in this situation, the lustrous skin of her smooth cheeks tinged crimson red and her perfectly rounded breasts heavily bouncing as she run with all her strength. "Help me!, please somebody help!" she was forced to scream desperately running for her life.<br/><br/>Her breath became heavier by the second and it didn't seemed like she was going to be able to make until a voice gave her hope,<em>I am going to "come"...!</em>she heard a manly voice answer her cries with intense focus echoing from afar. She tried to discern where the powerful groan come from but she couldn't, still she kept running with renewed strength hoping the owner of the voice she had heard would come at her rescue.