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After listening to the lengthy account of their mission, Eilidh now had a better understanding of things. Still, the last sentence left her stunned for several seconds. By the time movement had come back to her, the Centaur was already red as a beetroot. This went well beyond flirting. Riding a Centaur was a taboo for all but the Centaur's life partner. After a mere half an hour of being ridden, a centaur female's hormone levels would be very irregular, leading to, heh, very aggressive and erratic behavior.

[color=9B1436]"N....nnnnnonononono!"[/color] Eilidh stammered loudly, flustered. [color=9B1436]"I have never been ridden in my life! Bast and I do not have that kind of relationship! I don't know how Bast will keep up but it will not be by that method!"[/color]


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Rebecca's first course of action when backup arrived was to free Emilio by cutting his bonds, then snatching a sword from a down Varjan and sticking it in the ground at his feet. [color=edd902]"This is the most aid I can give you right now,"[/color] she spoke quickly, before turning to the crowd of Varjans approaching them, and stood besides her companions, both Magnus and this strange woman who appeared to be aiding them. They would be stronger fighting together than apart. When the soldiers came into thrust range, Rebecca darted forwards and kept low, trusting Magnus to use his strength to keep them at bay, while she focused on killing them. A poor Order Priestess she would have made if she was squeamish about taking the lives of sinners.

Her estoc's point sailed toward her adversary's heart, every motion of both blade and wielder filled with grace.


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