A river creature.

Slowly inching forward Sonja clearly sees there is a light ahead, but what draws her attention is the much closer small pool off to the right created by a partial collapse in the aqueduct's wall. In the deeper water of the pool ripples begin to appear and then quickly grow in size and number, showing that something is stirring but a few feet in front of the she-bandit. Drawing her sword and readying her torch the Hyrkanian takes her best defensive stance, knowing that combative movement on the slippy rocks will be difficult at best and a quick retreat impossible.

"Ymir." Sonja grimly whispers the name of the storm god of battle as two dark purple tentacles break the surface of the pool. They grow and wave about in a memorizing fashion as if sensing the air while their numerous suckers undulate in an excited fashion. For brief moment they stop causing Sonja to hold her breath.

"Fuck!" The redhead screams as four new tentacles explode from the water surrounding the surprised she-bandit. Instantaneously they coil around her legs and waist while pinning her arms behind her. Sonja's sword and torch go flying, with her blade disappearing into the water, though her torch does wedge itself into some rumble keeping the aqueduct lit.

Gasping as the tentacles constrict around her waist and slither up her torso, the she-bandit is driven to her knees. Two of the beast's appendages wrap around Sonja's breasts and insert themselves into the opening of her leather jerkin and worm their way down through her cleavage.

"No." The attractive brigand struggles as the suckers pinch and sting her breasts while the tentacles slowly pull her jerkin, midriff shirt and bra down over her chest, exposing her tits. Desperately, Sonja is able to twist her right hand about to touch the hilt of her dagger with the tip of two of her fingers. Unfortunately for the redhead, however, the two other tentacles have slid under her weapon's belt and are working her dagger's scabbard down out of reach, along with her pants and thong.

The monster is clearly stripping its prey, but whether it is mindlessly skinning its meal or rendering a trespasser defenseless the she-bandit shudders to think. Focusing all her might Sonja tries to grab the dagger that is quickly disappearing out of her grasp.