<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Info for DM</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/MiniZaynePic-1.jpg)<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10950)<br/>Perception: +6<br/>AC: 10 (Flat: 10, Touch: 10)<br/>Saves: F:+5, R:+1, Will:+9<br/></div></div><br/>The appearance of the sorceress' familiar was a bit surprising, but it's usefulness outweighed the oddity in the man's mind, and he simply nodded slightly at it as it disappeared after it's owner.<br/><br/>Looking back to the kitsune man he nodded again.<strong>"If you need help, just shout."</strong>turning back towards the struggling cat girl, Zayne actually blushed. Seeing her twisting and bending and thrusting herself into awkward and compromising positions, even as cum leaked out of her, the older priest couldn't help but get a little aroused in spite of his better senses. Thankful for the rags they wore, so his physical expression of interest was not very noticeable, he left her to her twisting for a few moments. Closing his eyes, able to hear her strain and struggle, he shut out the world around and beseeched his god for his aid. Focusing the power, he attempted to unmake his bindings, the strength of his faith causing them to crack and age and weaken. But not break.<br/><br/>Even after expending all he could to the task, the manacles remained firmly affixed to his wrists, though they certainly looked damaged now. Scowling, but accepting that he would need to rest before being able to do more with that power, he turned to the squirming girl, her many and heavy bindings proving a challenge for her still.<br/><br/><strong>"It does not seem like you are making much progress, perhaps we should focus on finding tools rather than applying brute force?"</strong>he crouched as he spoke, mindful to focus his eyes as best he could on hers, though as she twisted and squirmed, it proved difficult to follow them, and to not notice the leaking seed from her nethers.<strong>"If you need, I could carry you."</strong>he smiled encouragingly, warm brown eyes a genuine offer of help, his own manacled hands hanging in front of him. Two feet of chain as all there was between her ankles, and he doubted she would enjoy attempting to walk, let alone be able to keep up the pace of the others.