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[indent][indent]Migi thought the blonde woman had a plan. She almost slammed her palm into her face as she watched Emmaline pull the bandit’s head down for a kiss. Honestly, she thought that the sex slave act was just that, [i]an act[/i]. And even if it was, Emmaline was committing on an unnecessary level.

She glanced back as the bandits approached the woods, watching as the others scrambled for a plan. Migi reminded herself, if they lived through this, to punch all those imbeciles in the dick. They were tripping over themselves when there was a decent enough distraction. Her attention shot forward again as one of the captured villager’s neck was cut. They were running out of time.

Them Emmaline vomited. It took everything in Migi’s power not to stomp her foot and curse at the sky. Instead, she went into action. 

The blonde woman had kissed the man and then made a spectacle of exhuming the contents of her stomach everywhere. Along with the smell of blood and burning bodies, bile was not a welcome addition to aromas. Yet, Migi used that moment to grab for the blade that the bandit wielded. Hopefully, between Puking Beauty, the raucous by the tree line, and her own invisibility, she’d have some luck. Migi knew that her power wouldn’t last forever. So, it was now or riddled-with-bolts-later. And Migi hadn’t survived by ramming her thumb up her ass to look for treasure.[/indent][/indent]
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[b]Perception:[/b] 7+1= [color=#b30101]8[/color]
[b]Stealth:[/b] 5+1= [color=#b30101]6[/color]
[b]Strength or Pickpocketing [i](whatever makes sense for her to take a weapon off the man)[/i]:[/b] [color=#b30101]5[/color][/hider]