<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div>Phelypsis rolls total 8 for the slide race, she uses pure brawn and goes for glory so barbarian thingy is probably applicable?<br/>At 2016-05-22 05:09:11, Phelypsis (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d8 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88683)<br/>At 2016-05-22 05:08:55, Phelypsis (uid: 29273) rolls: 1d6m3 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88682)<br/><hr/>Phelypsis was no stranger to folks staring at her assets and though she preferred to seduce others through displays of might and power, she did appreciate attention like this a little bit as well. It didn't show in her grin though. She dismissed his first question outright, "Nuhhuh, all me!" The man's response cleared away her lingering doubts and filled Phelypsis with excitement. He had the right attitude. Lorelei's prediction was right! He was right to be confident in his chances. Phelypsis would not have had it any other way. "Pah! Arrogant human. You will not win, and me having you means you do what I say, so it is very fair - as fair as a swordless contest can be!"<br/><br/>She released her grip of him a little as the man gave a name and nodded, "I am Phelypsis of the Delvers. It is good to meet you Riset of Guardsmen, though if I win I will call you what I want, so be prepared!"  Finally it was like being back home, or rather Phelypsis had turned this corner of the tavern into home and laid out some easy to understand rules. She was having a jolly good time continuing the boasts when Nuria's hand wrapped around her and the fiery creature slipped out a lewd suggestion. It was a kind of humiliating to suggest someone who had not bested her would be allowed to also have their way with her, but...  "W-well, I did say loser does anything winner says. If Riset wanted to share I would not have the right to complain." She knew very well how some warlords liked to have their hard won slaves shared with others of lesser status to make them more submissive.<br/><br/>"However, he won't have the chance!" Phelypsis bolstered her confidence back up. Her ear reflexively flapped, swiping Nuria's nose gently with its fluffier inside when the godlike planted a whisper there from up close. "Yes! Time to race. Come hum- Riset of Guardsmen."<br/><br/>Phelypsis' grip wrapped around the guardsman's wrist to lead him out with herself and Nuria. She grabbed one of the bigger shells. Mid shell grab Phelypsis had to close one eye when the little redheaded human girl leaned up to peck her cheek. It made the andra girl happy. While it was not the way of her people, it was one of those little gestures of love that reminded her of her human mother. It gave Phelypsis great determination to win even more!<br/><br/>Race start felt like it came only a breath after the rules were laid out. Phelypsis practically run the trek uphill and went to settle her shell in the middle. She sat down on it and began smiling eagerly while trying to contain low giggles of excitement. Finally it was time for her to prove she was the mightiest. "You will fall, and so will you," Phelypsis taunted Nuria and Riset just before the start.<br/><br/>When the signal came adrenaline surged through the andra. Eyes wide and burning with glory hunger she dug her hands deep into the mud on either side of the shell with all her strength and pushed herself forward, muscles of her arm bulging as she did. "Ha-HAA! Behold! I soar mud slide like a dragon!" There was a ripping sound audible only to Phelypsis over the noise of the race. As she pulled her hands up for another paddle as the stitching of her shoulder straps came apart at the back. The weight of her breasts tore them apart and the bits of leather that had for now succeeded in containing her breasts surrendered to gravity, falling flat against her stomach and leaving the orbs of red demon flesh exposed.<br/><br/>It all seemed to occur in slow motion to Phelypsis. Her expression of victory fell through steps of surprise and realization to one of shame. "Noo!" Why now?! "Stupid blobs!" the andra screamed. Noticing some heads turning she immediately drew her hands from the mud and covered herself up. Her muddy hands slapped against and sunk into the soft flesh, covering mostly the nipples and not much else as rest of her breasts spilled from her grasp. Those nipples soon began stiffening against the cold mud, further increasing her reluctance to let go. It was one thing to let things be seen by her friends during battle and a whole other letting townspeople - the regular folk - see bits that they shouldn't. Outside of combat nakedness was just as embarrassing to an andra as it was to anyone else.<br/><br/>Without hands to steer herself Phelypsis' shell began to rotate. Phelypsis got a good look of he fellow contestants all around her and they of her sitting on her butt and attempting to contain herself. "Whyyy! Why now?" she whined, already dwelling on the sour taste of defeat.