The Knight Captain laughed even after she took a a bullet to the gut and a knife to the chest. She pulled the offending blade out and dropped it to the floor with a clatter, her flesh already mending in its wake. Same with the bullet wound, which was rapidly closing and mending, leaving behind only unscarred skin. Likewise her knights recovered from the arrow attack in seconds, apparently none the worse for wear.<br/><br/>On the other hand, the sharp-eyed heroines could see that their efforts weren't entirely in vain - even as the Captain's flesh healed, the damage was transferred to her armour, parts of which turned black and shriveled like flames consuming paper. Her Knights' armours were similar sporting damage, though to a lesser extent.<br/><br/>Before they had a chance to ponder what would happen if they dealt enough damage to disintegrate all of their enemies' armour, however, the Knights sprang into action at a command from their beloved Captain. "Hold the redhead," she ordered, and one of the Knights moved so fast that she practically teleported in front of Felina. Grabbing the rogue by the wrists before she could bring her deadly knives to bear, the Knight attempted to twist Felina's arms behind her back, but the slippery rogue managed to slip out of the painfully tight grasp before the Knight could complete her hold. "Must I do everything myself?" The Captain cursed as she pushed the Knight aside, but they got in each other's way and the Captain was unable to get her hands on Felina.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the other two Knights went for other targets. One stepped up to Mel to put pressure on her spellcasting, with a wing of the fist towards the cleric's unprotected face - no punches held back, here - that came too close to connecting for comfort.<br/><br/>The other recognized Lyra, her face darkening with quiet fury. "So you're the one who shot my little sister in cold blood. Your fancy gun's not going to save you this time!" Before the gunslinger could let off another shot, the Knight had closed the distance and grabbed Lyra's gun hand. A brutal twist pulled her arms behind her back, the revolver dropping to the floor. Holding Lyra down in a submission lock, the Knight muttered a rapid incantation under her breath. First to draw blood and now first to be bound, the wildcard's own clothing betrayed her, her jacket transforming into a leather harness with straps digging into her chest around her breasts, over her shoulders and around her waist. The legs of her jeans fell away while the remaining fabric narrowed and pulled up, turning into a crotch strap that dug between her lower lips and fastened onto the harness above. Even the slightest movement would cause the strap to rub and tease her juicy sex. The fingers of her gloves fused together trapping her fingers in useless, unwieldy mittens, and lengthened into armsleeves that attached to the harness to keep her arms tight behind her back. "Already wet? What a slut," the Knight taunted Lyra as she released the hold now that the harness was doing its job, licking her lips in anticipation of what she had planned next.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Captain (Defense 11, HP 22)<br/>Knight 1 (Defense 11, HP 24)<br/>Knight 2 (Defense 11, HP 25)<br/>Knight 3 (Defense 11, HP 25)<br/><br/>Knight 1 moves into melee with Felina: 17, hit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60047)<br/>Effect: 1, no effect (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60048)<br/><br/>Captain moves into melee with Felina: 5, miss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60049)<br/><br/>Knight 2 moves into melee with Lyra: 10, hit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60050)<br/>Effect: 19, Torso-arms bondage level +3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60051)<br/>Lyra has<em>Torso-arms bondage level 3</em>, is<em>Mittened</em>and<em>Teased</em><br/><br/>Knight 3 moves into melee with Mel: 7, miss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60052)