The knights once more separate, one again heading to her.  She was expecting the one that attacked her to try another punch, so was a little surprised when they conjure a gag.  She was even more surprised when she felt it split her lips apart, and be secured around her head.  Teeth bite down on the rubber ball that is secured tightly in her mouth, keeping her from speaking.<br/><br/>Her eyes narrow into slits at the other's taunting.  Not that she was going to say much, nothing really needed to be said.  She really didn't see the need for taunts or making remarks in battle.  Others, most everyone else, seemed to thrive on the non-necessary chatter.  Oh well, to each their own.<br/><br/>Mel makes no comment, not that it would be understand.  Instead, she grabs her mace, intending to let that speak for her.  Time was running out, and it seemed that more direct action would be required.  She then swings the weapon, and watches with satisfication as it (barely) connects with her opponent.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strike at Knight 3:  https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=61105 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=61105)<br/>Damage:  https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=61105</div></div><br/>