Lori thrashes and struggles, her Breast growling gutturally through Lori's clenched teeth but she cannot break free.
Fail
((Sorry about the last roll and thank you, I'm enjoying it as well))
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Lori thrashes and struggles, her Breast growling gutturally through Lori's clenched teeth but she cannot break free.
Fail
((Sorry about the last roll and thank you, I'm enjoying it as well))
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"Now we're going to have fun," Moby says, chuckling. He attempts to push Lori facedown onto the ground and plant his bulk atop her, but she struggles as he shifts leverage, and not only does he not get her down, but she is also not immobilized (though she is still grappled).
Lori is neither prone nor immobilized, despite Moby's best effort.
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Lori laugh manically at Mr. Clean's pathetic attempts to take control. She breaks free of his grasp, enough to have free movement of her limbs in the grapple and takes the opportunity to mimic the knee to the groin she applied on Jake not long after their bikes fell over.
Knee to Moby's Dick
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Lori's well placed knee puts Moby down. He grabs his groin, falls to his knees, gasps, and keels over from pain. Lori still feels the rage within her trying to push its way out, though, and she's hurting.
Resolve + Composure at -2 to break out of anger frenzy. If you fail, Lori needs to continue to unleash the frenzy on Rocco or one of the other available targets, but can continue to roll each turn so long as she is not attacked again.
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Calm Down
Lori stops, hunched over the three of them, taking in slow deep breaths that sound like the rabid growling of a small animal. Her head was splitting, she put both hands on either side of it trying to keep it from exploding. What..what's happened..? She couldn't remember anything since she had left the club at first. Her vision was blurred, she blinked and shook her head trying to clear it. As her vision started to clear to her she could see bodies laying all around her. They were still breathing, she could hear the rasping breaths. "Shit...This is bad," she said aloud as she took in the scene around her.
"I remember you though, you stupid fuck," she said, looking down at Moby.
Cheap Shot
Lori drives one of her heavy combat boots into the big man's gut, hard. Then takes off full speed into the darkness of the streets. No time to feed, other patrons would be curious what happened to the three of them. That would have to be later, priority number one though? Get the fuck out.
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As Lori flees into the night, her sharp hearing catches someone else coming out of the biker bar and noticing the toppled bikes and unconscious bikers, calling out to the bar's other patrons. She is well out of sight by then... and quite hungry.
Scene ends.
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