<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>Tashiel gasps as the bugbear's leather strip slips between her legs, her hazel eyes widening.  A moment later, and she gasps again, louder than before, as it pulls up, the leather digging into her flesh, sliding between the cheeks of her rear, and even parting her lower lips.  Tashiel squirms, her bare curving hips twisting this way and that.  Her grip on her sword shifts, ready to strike.<br/><br/>Before she can, though, the werewolf's hands slip around her.  "Oh!"  Tashiel's eyes widen as they find her generous breasts, squeezing them, the claws teasing lightly at the sensitive flesh, threatening worse.  It was intensely distracting; for a moment, Tashiel hesitated, the threat of the claws on her skin slowing her.  At the same time, the feeling of having her breasts squeezed, her perfect orbs yielding to the creature's touch, sent sensation through her body.  Tashia's lips part in a moan, her eyes going half-lidded.<br/><br/>But even through half-lidded eyes, she can still see Senna struggle, her sword shining.  Still hear her call defiance.<em>I can't give up!</em><br/><br/>Her lithe body twisting, Tashiel manages to twist away from the garrotte, pushing her opponent away just enough, escaping the werewolf's groping hands at the same time.  They were in close quarters, so Tashiel drops low, trying to pull the length of the blade against the strangler's stomach, twisting away at the last moment for extra force.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Move action= 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=101457).  Freedom!<br/>Standard action = 32 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=101458).  Haha, crit number 2.<br/>Damage (with power strike) 22+11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=101460)+4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=101461).  Total of 36.</div></div>