The voices seem ignorant to Tara's calls in Draconic, though the elven words make the fingers on her back halt once more. Again, an uncomprehendable reply is made, but with the appearant lack of communication, the hands return to their earlier occupation, gently caressing her back and sides. Suddenly, the ivy that covers her stomach moves, making way for the hands that continued their tender attention, this time on her belly. As the fingers stroke Tara's belly, she gets a good chance to check them out. They seem humanoid, but are quite long and very slender. Instead of just covering it, the leaves appear to be the skin itself, interwoven with each other, they form a mass of ribbed green.<br/><br/>The hand on Esme's breast look slightly different. It has the same long and slender build, but the color is totally different. It almost looks like a living branch as it squeezes her breast, even carrying what seems to be small knots at various places. Nonetheless, the fingers feel really soft, in contrast with the brutal way they press into her soft womanly flesh. Another glance reveals the whole look to be an illusion, the image so carefully detailed that it tricks the perception. The right hand appears as well, landing on her stomach, carrying the same decoration. The sounds of tearing fabric can be heared as Esme's dress is grabbed and jerked upon.<br/><br/><hr/>[Dara Fortitude Save 5+5=10, Lessly Attack 12+8=20 Damage 8+3=11]<br/><br/>Surrounded, the creature sees no way to escape, causing more anger as it's only the adrealine that still keeps him going, his body littered with lethal wounds. As he drops his bow, illsuited for the close combat style that is forced upon him, he grabs the daggers on his side and decides to finish the job. As he jabs over Dara's side, she can only feel a scratch, nothing that could come close to take her life. But then she feels her body stiffen, her limbs not making the movements her brain wants them to. Slowly but surely, everything fades away, the sounds of the battle, the smell of fresh blood, the pain from her wounds... even her sight shifts away into utter darkness.<br/><br/>Lessly continues her offence, her focus on downing the creature, not noticing at first how Dara collapses on the ground. Another mighty swing cleaves into the side of his neck, causing it to let out a last, dying roar, as it sinks to it's knee, held in balance there by the sword, still stuck in his neck. After the sounds of battle, the forest suddenly sounds really quiet, the forest creatures fled into their holes or away from the scene. Dara's limp body on the ground does not seem to react.