Cris squealed when she was hoisted up, her shame revealed to all. The small breasts, a little saggy from malnutrition, but still unmistakably those of a...girl, a weakling. And her crotch, the fuzz of reddish pubs hid the details of her gash, but it was plain there was no cock down there. She wanted to object to the accusation, it wasn't true, she wasn't trying to trick the court, she was just trying to make her father happy as a child should. But she couldn't talk, the few occasions previously where she had cried out or blabbered incoherently so far had exhausted her, she was far too scared, too drained, too defeated to actually speak. In her mind, those words of power still echoed, and she felt compelled to bow still, the effort, the lingering command she was unable to comply with when held so tight, kept her dazed and disoriented.<br/><br/>The rakes, she was to be skinned alive. A hot flash of clarity struck her, bolting through her chest and hammering heart, then further down. Her stomach knotted and she writhes in the grasping hands, making another violent effort to bow her face to the ground. She was moments away from losing all control and pissing herself from fear right on the stage, when....when...<br/><br/>Something happened. There was a new parchment, her fate would be something else. Not skinning...so he same fate as her father? Oh please no, that seemed even worse. But it wasn't that, she was going to serve Asmodeus, in another way. With her body, here on the material plane, her soul's deliverance would wait. He had answered her prayers, first of a swift death, now for a delayed one. Oh, why hadn't she prayed for an extension for her father too? She had gotten him killed, and hadn't thought of such a simple way to save him. Well, he was with the Dark Prince now, and he wouldn't have to deal with her clumsy attempts to do things, always messing something up, pathetic, doing more harm than good.<br/><br/>Her raw fingers stung, she could do nothing but gently hold her hands in front of her as she felt the cloak being draped over her form. She looked up at her saviour: not by an elven prince by the looks of it, a warrior. Perhaps a battle priestess.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">“Thank you,”</span>she finally found her voice, “Can you....save, them?” she winced in pain as she pointed to the two other girls. She didn't want any more people to die today, her father was enough. The corners of her mouth creased into a slight smile, the only thing she could offer for the completion of her request. The manacles were now loose on her wrist somehow, and she shook them off, the metallic clang oddly satisfying.<br/><br/>Suddenly utter chaos broke out around them, as the dark-haired girl offered an unexpected answer, and then attacked the Walker. Cris tried to follow all the ensuing events, but it was very difficult, there was so much happening, and members of the crowd where joining the fight. She focused on the two naked girls.<strong>“Save them please!”</strong>she begged the scarred woman, now in earnest, but before she could await a response, she saw one of the guards tackle and hold a knife to the blond girl's throat. No, he couldn't do that! Cris couldn't wait, she needed to do something! Her hands hurt, but she had a good foot, and the guard's attention was focused on his victim. The head was too high, and protected by metal, so Cris raised her leg and brought it down hard on the back, right where the liver should be, or was it kidney? Well either way, it hurt like hell that much she knew, if she could just land it hard enough.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong> “No, you cannot kill her, the judgement hasn't been passed!”</strong></span>she yelled.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Rolls and stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body">  I assumed Cris was still shaken, if not her attack roll is actual 19. If the guard is flat footed she dealt 6 non-lethal damage, is they aren't then just 1 (got a 0 but damage can't be less than 1). Since its an unarmed attack, it also provokes an AoO, so I really hope the guard is flatfooted.<br/><br/>Full Result: LisztesFerenc rolled: 1d20, adding +2 to the total<br/>Comment: Criss unarmed attack vs. guard<br/>Result: 15, <br/>Total: 17<br/><br/>Full Result: LisztesFerenc rolled: 1d3, adding -1 to the total<br/>Comment: Criss unarmed damage<br/>Result: 1, <br/>Total: 0<br/><br/>Full Result: LisztesFerenc rolled: 1d6<br/>Comment: Criss SA damage<br/>Result: 6, <br/>Total: 6</div></div>