Whew, some delay but it was a long post! Also since no one rolled, I went back to a previous set for it.
>>5442493>>5442310>>5442224>>5442140>>5442091>>5442082>>5441997>>5441994>>5441977>He got a lucky shot on you! Now it's your turn, to fight back for real. And then after him, whoever is left... if they haven't retreated by then.>82Now that's something you're not used to feeling... fear. Not seized by terror and unable to think or act, but some instinctive fear for your life as you look up to the warrior while he keeps you in place with his foot. It's only a little feeling, that instinct, since the actual danger to you is not terribly great. But you're so unused to the feeling... when was the last time you were afraid of anything? That it grips you stronger than usual, enough that you scramble to make sense of things and what to do for some long moments.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">"...please sir, you have me at my worst and I-"</span></span> you stammer in his language, familiar with it like many others, from hearing enough of the dead during your time in the underworld river.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">"-by thunder! You are... a beauty, aren't you? What have I found, in battle this day?"</span></span>
You simply try to plead for a moment to recollect yourself, but now that the mighty northman has the chance to properly look at you, he is swept up by your beauty like anyone else... more so now that you present the pitiable sight of a scared and injured woman. From afar he saw what others did, just some foreign girl madly running across the battlefield and hardly a clear look at her. Now that he has you under his boot though, your attractiveness becomes fully apparent and his disbelief at finding such a treasure in combat comes to bear. His own moments of hesitation, if this isn't just a dream, before he takes his foot from you. Stabbing his sword into the ground and hanging his shield on it, he leans down to pick you up and easily enough takes you in his arms, all amid the battle.
So taken with you is he, to let his guard down enough to bring you so close to him... he probably fancied to enjoy your beauty more, to feel you and smell you and kiss you, before carrying you away with him. And as formidable a man as he is, you must admit you're flattered and your heart rises. But your motivation in this whole situation doesn't leave you, and as soon as you get the chance when he holds you close enough cherish, you lunge in his arms against him. Aiming for his head and face with your hands, you scratch and try to gouge his eyes and even bite at him like a wild animal.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">"-AUGH! You bitch! I'll have your fingers for this!"</span></span>
The warrior howls in pain and anger as you defend yourself ferociously, and he tries to fight back. Your effort isn't at all coordinated and admittedly a little pathetic if not desperate, but with the strength of a god you aren't just some helpless girl he found amid a raid.
