Attack her

The time seemed to pass like dripping treacle, with agonising slowness. He could see Eighteen draw closer for what seemed like years, stungun held out, keeping to the cover of rocks and scrub.....

"Come on you sexy blonde bitch...just a few more paces..."

Springing from his place of concealment, Calvo deopped heavily on to the blonde guardswoman, one muscular arm forming a tightening bar across her slender throat, the other grabbing desperately for her painstick, or her stungun, as she thrashed and fought against his grip. The taut curve of her asscheeks ground against Calvo as she struggled, gasping in his grip, causing him to become powerfully erect. Her arms flailed as she tried to break his grip, or reach her own weapons. Finally, his strong hand gripped the butt of her stungun,finger groping momentarily, for the trigger, aware that her hand had reached the painstick......