[P] Fight!

Damn, damn, damnit all! Krin freezes in a panic as the kobold woman approaches, leering in a way that makes his skin crawl. He clenches his legs together and tries to cover himself with his hands, as though that's going to help at all. So much for a safe place to wait out the storm...

He feels the strange instinct to relax press against his mind as the kobold speaks in Draconic. She's a friend, I'm being silly. What am I so afraid of? He shakes his head violently, shoving the thoughts away. He won't fall for that. She just said she wanted to own him! It's a dirty trick, trying to magic him into letting her...

He slips the ring on his finger discreetly to free up both hands. Stars, I hope this is cursed... A tingle of vigor races through his nerves. Not wasting any time, Krin bursts out of cover and swings the staff with both hands and not a shred of grace at the kobold's head. And... misses completely as she just ducks under the swing.

[P] She's small, I bet I can overpower her.

[GM] Hold on, before you do... I've been forgetting to add Horniness to your rolls. Have fun with that!, Oh, and since you have the ring in one hand, you can only swing the staff as a one handed weapon.

[P] ...Fuck. I'll put on the ring, just in case it's Protection or something helpful, and take a swing at her. 1d20 (2) + STR (3) + HRN (3) = 8.

[GM] You feel a little tingle of invigoration as you slip the ring on your finger. The kobold sorceress dodges: 1d20 (19) + QUI (4) = 23. End of turn?

[P] ...Yeah. I don't want to run just yet.