[b]Birsi[/b]

It was one of the holy walls she was being pressed back into and cornered against, unfortunately for her. Her sword was yet untested, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t fought before. It simply meant the sword was yet to be needed for such roughians. And clearly, these ruffians didn’t deserve the sword just yet. She had a much better idea.

Tugging her glove to keep it on still, she solidified her stance, fortifying her position, and attempted to reason one last time with these drunkards. “You are not keeping the peace. You are disrupting it. These hallowed walls are not meant to be sullied with wine you most likely took from the Sultan’s Reserves and disgraced with the presence of drunkards. Please, prove that you are worthy as guards and as people: Follow quietly and be collared, contained, and treated properly.”

She pulled her glove down a bit more to fix its positioning on her hand, eyes half lidded in intensity. Behind them burned a fiery passion for justice, and if binding was law, then so let her be the one to ensnare these three and bring them to the perfect justice: Silence, Restriction, and Order. Birsi had some experience with punishments and prisoners, and already she was organizing them by height, unruliness, chest size, and several other methods of ‘filing’ prisoners. The thought of enacting justice made her heat up, bite her lip, and stare with utmost conviction. If she didn’t look hot before, hopefully she did now.


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I joked about rolling a 5 for my Entice using Spirit, and then I immediately rolled a 5. I see how my luck is. Well. Fate take the wheel, or Fire Wheels in this case.

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[b]Sisila Om[/b]

To lose now, at this, would be a humiliation Silsila could not bear. Was she not Om, spirit of earth and gold, bound to a proper and synergistic vessel, grappling with her opponent on the floor? A more perfect situation for her to thrive had hardly been concocted, and to... [b]surrender[/b] the battle because she was still a little out of sorts from her rough treatment during her capture was ridiculous! It was far too early to entertain those thoughts. No, it was time to perform; after that, take vengeance on the fire wheels as best she could while bound by their magic; only then, to consider these strange feelings.

Any lingering thoughts of submission were shoved to the side, as Om's black-nailed hand dug into the armor that Rosethal was wearing. As they grappled and rolled, kissed and rubbed, and tried to pin the other, bits of the the Host-Armor giving Rosethal such strength were peeled away. An arm brace here, a shin guard there, and both hands working together to undo straps from behind and peel away the chest piece.

Each piece of equipment stripped, paid for in sweat and exertion, would make putting Rosethal down easier and easier. Silsila feigned exhaustion, like she was on the verge of submission, until she had enough off--then grabbed the girl's face and rocked her shoulders, force Rosethal flat on her back. The host's chest (voluptuous and heavy, large and round, a pretty dark red and soft and giving despite the body made from iron and gold) hovered over her face like the sword of damocles, giving her enough time for just a word or two...

Which would be sadly cut off, as the sword was dropped on her face without a hint of mercy.

Host's are otherwordly creatures, spiritual and strange, but those bound into human shapes tend to take human traits. One might not expect iron and gold to sweat, or to smell quite so pungent and potent, or to be soft and overwhelming; But here we are. Om rolled her shoulders, grinding Rosethal's unfortunately trapped features left and right, forcing her to breathe and huff and let sweat pool against her, even as the scant few whiffs of air she could muster were so richly flavored by the djinn's mind clouding bouquet. T'would only be a few seconds, should she fail to escape, before she went limp--without her armor, she may as well have been trying to escape from the earth itself!


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Escalating to a fight! I rolled another 8+2 here, for a 10; I've been on a hot streak so far!

As far what I'm doing, I'll:
Flirt with her by subjecting her to my scent (and grinding my chest into her face so commandinglu it would makw a disciple of the faith blush) in order to take a string on her for later;
Take her powered armor from her;
And inflict a condition on her! Indignant or Embarrassed would be good...
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