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Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hentaispider, and Hafnium)
Predatory was the only real word befitting the rogue ‘s expression, though perverse would have worked in a pinch. Kherem had probably expected Melissa to have enough social graces to not jump his bones in front of the other two women, and as the hand on his chest quite rapidly descended, this expectation looked increasingly incorrect. The announcer spoke up with appropriate dramatic timing, however, right before the human could hook under the lower half of Kherem’s new armour.
“There’s our cue…” she spoke, beginning to perform yet another series of quick stretches, now primarily of her legs and back. She presumably did them more out of habit than usefulness, as she spent too little time on each for it to be effective. Some of her smile still stayed despite the interruption, and she spent some time throwing glances to Kherem – perhaps even moreso once his worry faded and he got ready to fight, a look of steeled determination once again taking his face.
Melissa’s own expression was different, this time. Perhaps because of getting quite so close to Kherem, perhaps because she had a chance to make up for her previous loss – perhaps simply at the thought of combat, or the thrill of trying out her current strategy, or something else entirely… she had no idea herself, but was no less blissful for the ignorance.
The ‘Prancing Paingivers’ had one odd one out among their stoic and aggressive line – and so did The Foxy Fighters. Melissa’s idea of preparation appeared to be to hum to herself and… begin removing her leather armour? Well, she removed the torso at any rate, pulling it up over her head and briefly exposing herself to attacks while she… well, exposed herself to onlookers. Her crossbow was left attached to the discarded clothing, though she removed her halberdbefore leaving the rest to fall. The human was not, however, quite as exposed as the audience would presumably have liked; she had a rather practical bra that hid more than it revealed, opposite of Archeron’s typical fashion. Stripping though she might be, the fighter still intended to do just that – fight – and bearing everythingwas something of an obstruction to agile combat.
A smarter or more prepared woman may perhaps have removed the armour before entering the arena, but to Melissa this simply felt like the right time to disrobe.
Once her top came over her head, Melissa’s expression was, perhaps unfortunately, far from seductive. Instead, the woman possessed a leer of crazed, violent joy, her body shifting with poorly restrained energy. But, restrain it she had to; there was nothing she could do from here, and no point charging ahead without her allies – that would no doubt have her second match over just as quickly as the first. In the meantime, she could only nimbly play with her halberd, twirling it or shifting it around her body in a fairly graceful, though not quite erotic manner.
Predatory was the only real word befitting the rogue ‘s expression, though perverse would have worked in a pinch. Kherem had probably expected Melissa to have enough social graces to not jump his bones in front of the other two women, and as the hand on his chest quite rapidly descended, this expectation looked increasingly incorrect. The announcer spoke up with appropriate dramatic timing, however, right before the human could hook under the lower half of Kherem’s new armour.
“There’s our cue…” she spoke, beginning to perform yet another series of quick stretches, now primarily of her legs and back. She presumably did them more out of habit than usefulness, as she spent too little time on each for it to be effective. Some of her smile still stayed despite the interruption, and she spent some time throwing glances to Kherem – perhaps even moreso once his worry faded and he got ready to fight, a look of steeled determination once again taking his face.
Melissa’s own expression was different, this time. Perhaps because of getting quite so close to Kherem, perhaps because she had a chance to make up for her previous loss – perhaps simply at the thought of combat, or the thrill of trying out her current strategy, or something else entirely… she had no idea herself, but was no less blissful for the ignorance.
The ‘Prancing Paingivers’ had one odd one out among their stoic and aggressive line – and so did The Foxy Fighters. Melissa’s idea of preparation appeared to be to hum to herself and… begin removing her leather armour? Well, she removed the torso at any rate, pulling it up over her head and briefly exposing herself to attacks while she… well, exposed herself to onlookers. Her crossbow was left attached to the discarded clothing, though she removed her halberdbefore leaving the rest to fall. The human was not, however, quite as exposed as the audience would presumably have liked; she had a rather practical bra that hid more than it revealed, opposite of Archeron’s typical fashion. Stripping though she might be, the fighter still intended to do just that – fight – and bearing everythingwas something of an obstruction to agile combat.
A smarter or more prepared woman may perhaps have removed the armour before entering the arena, but to Melissa this simply felt like the right time to disrobe.
Once her top came over her head, Melissa’s expression was, perhaps unfortunately, far from seductive. Instead, the woman possessed a leer of crazed, violent joy, her body shifting with poorly restrained energy. But, restrain it she had to; there was nothing she could do from here, and no point charging ahead without her allies – that would no doubt have her second match over just as quickly as the first. In the meantime, she could only nimbly play with her halberd, twirling it or shifting it around her body in a fairly graceful, though not quite erotic manner.
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