Emily Kaldwin HP: 100
Roll to hit: 11
Roll to damage: 12-2=10

Emily was a bit surprised to see that the girl had dodged the deadly bolt. Usually, her targets weren’t that quick. She put away her crossbow, and drew her dueling sword.

No matter. She liked to get up close anyway. She dashed towards the girl, grass and dirt kicking up behind her heels.

She raised the sword over her head, looking like she was going to strike from above, and the girl took the bait, raising her sword to parry. At the last second, Emily spun in a wide arc, using her legs to sweep the girl from her feet, the girl landing in the grass with a soft thump.

Emily stood over her, admiring every single aspect of the armored princess. Her eyes drifted towards the princess’s unfortunately armored breastplate, like a lock to a treasure trove.

“You’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” Emily said, taking in the girl’s utterly beautiful figure, sprawled out onto the grass, as if she were waiting for her. Emily raised her sword to deliver her a quick death, but hesitated, and lowered the blade.

“You’re quite lucky, girl. I just love to play with my targets.” Emily raised her boot, and brought it down on the girl’s unarmored belly, doubling her over, coughing and gagging.

Emily couldn’t do anything other than grin with pleasure, the excitement of the possibilities, like sticking needles through a rat to see how long it would last until it released its final breath.