Critical Role - Grog - Go All Out on Shayne
From Create Your Own Story
You know that Shayne is an extremely capable woman. Underestimating her skill would be a big mistake, and would also probably insult her.
Letting out a huge roar, you charge towards her swinging your axe sideways towards her torso. She dodges backwards with a confident grin on her face as you use the axe’s momentum to continue its swing behind you so that you can bring it up and over your head to bring it down on top of her. Once again she dodges your attack by side-stepping, but this time she goes in for her own attack. She leaps past you, leaving a shallow cut across your side before landing behind you, spinning about and slashing you twice on the back.
You have felt much worse pain in your adventures, but this doesn’t stop you from filling with rage.
“Oh, come on big man. I know you can do better than that. You had better not be holding back. I can handle your full stre... Grog?” Shayne’s smile falters as you turn to stare at her, your eyes filled with bloodlust. In this state of mind you lose all reason and can only focus on beating your opponent into submission. Each swing of your axe feels half as heavy with the amound of adrenaline surging through your body. Shayne continues dodging, but struggles to find any openings for another counter-attack and is starting to lose concentration as fear starts to set in.
“You remember that this is just training right?” She pants as she backflips away from you to get some breathing room. Your pace doesn’t slow as you charge after her, swinging at her once more. This time Shayne’s balance is slightly off and the blade of your axe catches the top of her leather tunic and cleaves straight though it like butter. Both it and her shirt underneath fall away from her body, although her bra and pale skin remain untouched.
She tries to dart off to the side, but you reach out with your giant hand to grab her arm. You just miss your intended taget, but instead find a different purchase. You tug her backwards hard and she comes tumbling to the floor infront of your feet, now nude from the waist up as you hold the tattered remains of her bra in your hand. Her eyes widen slightly as she glances down at her exposed pink nipples and then to the destryed fabric falling from your hand.
Not one to accept defeat, Shayne rolls backward onto her feet and jumps up at you, both knives aimed at your right arm in an attmpt to render your attacking arm useless. You realise her plan and drop you axe to catch each of her hands in yours. It devolves to a tug of war over the knives as you each try to push them towards your opponent. It doesn’t take long for you to get the upper hand an guide them back towards her exposed stomach. At the last second, she manages to angle the blades away from her body, but they end up further down, slipping beneath the band of her trousers and panties and causing her to let out a gasp as the cold steel glides over her skin, luckily without leaving any cuts on her. A thousand silent curses run through her mind on the god who was putting her through this humiliation.
Unable to see where the blades had ended up through your own giant hands, you continue to push down on the knives. Eventually Shayne can no longer hold you back and they cut cleanly through either side of her trouser legs and panties, causing them to join the rest of her shredded outfit on the cobblestone floor. The sudden removal of any pushback leaves you unbalanced, as you hand been using your whole weight to force her hands down and you collapse onto the floor on top of her, your arms either side of her head and your legs pinning down hers.
The once strong woman now stared up into your eyes with a mix of fear and shame. “H-hey Grog. I... uh, think this means you win” She said with a weak smile, her bare chest rising and falling heavily with exhaustion. Through the red haze, you can feel your cock begin to get harder at the sight beneath you.
| Your character is: |
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| Grog Strongjaw |
