Her mouth was half open to retort to the revelation that she was to be enslaved for pleasure when there came the unexpected strike of his leg hooking hard behind her own. She reacted instinctively, trying to let her leg lift and move forward along with his - but the chains bound her legs together, and where one would go, the other would follow, will she or nil she.<br/><br/>So her legs swept forward faster than she could follow, and gravity wrapped its inexorable arms around her to dash her with a meaty thud to the thick floorboards.<br/><br/>Make a pleasure slave of Atnorsa, snowbright daughter of the Amazons? She thought not, her bloodied and wine-wet lips curling in a snarl as she brought her chained legs sharply upward together - one outside his legs, but the other sending her shin whipping toward his manly jewels.<br/><br/>(OOC: 1d100=69 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1462959/) brawl roll unsuccessful)