Soot coughed and sputtered, she’d left herself open in all the ranting and raving. But of course she would. She wasn't a fighter! She was a painter! She shouldn't be here, fighting for breath against the steel grip of her bosses daughter. She should be in her studio, quietly capturing the beauty of the evening Sjakal Sky! 

She grunted, glaring down at Rosethal as black crept up the sides of her vision. 'Of course' the painter thought 'Can't figure out how words work so she has to resort to violence. At least she'll embarrass herself in front of those thugs she wants to impress.' Soot wanted to be snarky, to add more insult to the brutish Sorcerers tantrum, but the hand against her throat turned any snide remarks into weak coughs and croaks.

'.. fuck this' She though, as the anger from her rant rose within her 'not here, not now!' With the last of her strength Soot heaved up her legs, planting her feet against Rosenthal's chest. With one final grunt she pushed hard, springing back from Rose and crashing into the couch below. 


[hider=My Hider]
FIGHT
+Daring

6+3-1 = 8, so a mixed success.

I hope to...
-Seize a superior position, Via not being in her grip.
-Inflict a condition. Hopeless, or maybe Angry?
[/hider]